Everyone expects the Sanctified Inquisition
It was a trying night for Olivetti. He had been keeping Samantha at his brownstone for further memory alteration. That evening she again suffered possession by some strange force. But instead of attacking others, the violence seemed directed toward herself, leaving her covered with cuts and bruises. After the episode ended, he called Deep Throat. “Samantha’s been possessed again. She was trying to hurt herself this time,” he said.
“I filled Tyler in on what we found at the Sanctus Navitus and he’s researching it at the Chapter House. Hopefully we’ll have an answer soon,” Deep Throat replied. There was a buzz on Olivetti’s intercom. He saw a tall, thin figure with military-perfect posture standing in his doorway—Sheriff Meir. “The Sheriff is here,” Olivetti said.
“Meir?! Pretend that Samantha is your blood doll. It’s easy enough of an excuse,” Deep Throat said. “The Sheriff must not learn about what we’ve been doing.” The buzzer rang again.