One thing that I’d picked up from familial osmosis was that routines were a trap. If Kingdom Come spent long periods of time in a place like a drinking establishment, and if he always attended the same church on set dates, then that was something we could use to track him down.

Knowing his routine was a win. I wished we had more.

“You have no idea where he lived?” I asked.

“No. I had the impression it was outside of Gimel, but not Earth N. He attended church daily.”

“He wasn’t Fallen?” Capricorn asked.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. He didn’t give me that impression. No tattoos, no drugs, no vulgarity. His faith seemed genuine, and I’ve known a lot of faithful over the years. I think I could tell if he was Fallen.”

If it was only that easy, I thought. Some broadcast what they were, but others, like Scapegoat? It was a surprise.

That made me think.

“Do you think,” I said. “That he could sympathize with the Fallen? Not being a member, but helping and communicating with them?”

“He likes leading people to good things or the right path. He could have done that with the Fallen, thinking they needed saving and shepherding.”

“And he would then work with them, share information?”

“I don’t know,” Nursery said. “He was decent.”

“Aside from taking over crowds and attacking community centers,” I said.

“He did it because he thought it was just and right.”

“And because of the money,” Lord of Loss said. “He asked for pay in New Dollars, if that helps.”

“Anything else?” Capricorn asked. “Any information about him could help us.”

Lord of Loss shook his head. “I’ll pass on anything I think of. I can find you online?”

“I’m easy to find,” Capricorn said. “Email or phone.”

Lord of Loss nodded. He reached down for the phone that Marquis held, and then gestured with a finger as long as my forearm, the digit wrapped in the same bands of metal as the rest of him.

“I can’t help but notice the lack of costumes on these images,” Carn said. “These are civilian identities.”

“Composites,” Lookout said. “Three-dimensional models pulled from other places. They’re best-guesses.”

I was so glad she didn’t elaborate. I glanced at Cryptid, and saw his hand move slightly. It was as if he’d read my mind; he was ready to shut Lookout up if need be.

“These images are all we have. These guys will strike again,” Capricorn said. “We need to stop that from happening. Some bending of the rules against people willing to act on this major a scale makes sense.”

“The civilian identities matter. You can’t go after people in their civilian guises,” Carn said.

“No matter what they’ve done?” Capricorn asked. “That’s dangerous and ridiculous. They tore holes in reality. A lot of people died.”