“Figured what out?” I jogged up three short steps and suddenly we were face to face—my normal face to his newly dark, full features, yet another in an endless parade of faces that looked nothing like those that had come before, yet somehow looked exactly like Finn. Like the characteristics I was learning to identify with him specifically, regardless of the body he occupied.

“Only the consecrated Church members are possessed. The demons all wear embroidered robes!” He held out the plain navy sleeve of the cassock he wore, so I could see that it lacked the decorative thread pattern that a consecrated—high-ranking—Church member would have.

“Are you sure?” I ran my fingers over his unadorned sleeve as if touching it would confirm the humanity of the body beneath.

“I haven’t seen anything yet to contradict the theory. All the consecrated Church members I saw in there—including several in the jail itself, unfortunately—are possessed.”

Relief surged through me. That meant Anabelle was still human—for the next couple of days, at least. Which surely meant she didn’t know about the Church elders. If Anabelle knew she was surrounded by demons, it would have taken more than one cop to get her into the courthouse.

“We may have an ally on the inside,” I whispered, and Finn’s borrowed brows rose. “They just escorted my friend Anabelle inside. She’s a teacher, but unconsecrated. I don’t know how many of the lies about me she believes, but there’s no way she could look into my sister’s eyes and believe Mellie is possessed. If you can get to her, she may be able to help us.”

“Okay. But even with your friend, we’re short on manpower, so I suggest we proceed with stealth rather than brute force.”

“We’re not going to need either,” I whispered, and his green eyes narrowed. “We’re going to walk right in. Congratulations, Officer…”—I squinted at the name tag pinned over his chest—“Jennings. You’ve just captured public enemy number one.”

Finn blinked. “You want me to turn you in?” His dark brows furrowed, and I could practically see the objection forming. “What’s to keep them from shooting you on sight? They already tried that once.”

“They were trying to shut me up. This time I won’t give them a reason to. Even if they want me dead”—and I was far from sure about that—“they’ll want a public execution, which they can’t get until morning.”

His jaw tightened. “And after they’ve interrogated you about the rest of Anathema.”

“I suspect they’ll call it an interview.”

Finn’s grim gaze held mine. “It won’t be an interview.”

“No.” It would be torture. That’s what demons do. “But it won’t last long. With me in custody, Melanie won’t be so closely guarded. You can get her out. With any luck, Anabelle will help.”

Finn’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not leaving you here.”

“Glad to hear it. Did the police costume come with handcuffs?”

Finn started patting down Officer Jennings’s cassock. “Try the inside pockets,” I said, and he reached into the front of his robe through a fold across his chest and pulled out a bundle of plastic zip ties.