Cavan was a little upset with himself that he hadn't heard of this book before. It sounded more than a little bit right up his alley. He wanted to know more about it, as much as Molly knew at least.
"I see." He scratched his chin and drank half his mug of coffee again. Automatically the waitress was back, looking him over and refilling it. He smiled at her. He must have had at least an entire pot to himself since he'd been here.
"Actually written by one of the men who was a part of the Inquisition." He paused. "You don't think they actually did it?"