INT. - COLLECTIVE OF ALL SOULS OFFICE - NIGHT
Gideon pulled the top of the heavy tome of the Holy Bible he'd bought at a private market in Marrakesh, fingers lingering over the leather of its cover. The contents he cared nothing about, but the wrapping held great appeal.
Such a clever use of human skin.
Monique quivered next to him, clutching at the gold urn in her hands while the bookcase wall slid apart, revealing the door of his private safe. There were times it was difficult to maintain this charade of caring when all he really wanted was for her to hand over the remains of her son and get the hell out of his office.
Appearances. They had to be upheld. For now, at least.
"Now, my dear Monique." He spun the triple dials, the tumblers falling into place before he entered his private
