Instinctively, Sal's right hand drew close to the gun at his left hip. Demented bitch or not, he wasn't taking any chances, as she was clearly assuming the leader position. It was her game, wasn't it?
The inside of the church stunned him for only a moment. He hadn't been in one since he was a child. He'd burned one once, though. Still, this wasn't one like he'd ever seen before.
"Cute." He said. "Real cute. Right out of an Anne Rice novel. I'd be turned on if I had a libido. All this red." Like blood. Blood was good.