It took a second for Deacon to realize that the man was speaking to him. He supposed he was slower moving that morning than he thought, given there was no one else around. He found it both amusing and irritating that the man speaking to him was a priest - asking about spiritual books.
"I can assure you that it isn't," Deacon replied before reaching out to tug a hardback novel from the shelf. He barely glanced at the title. The last section of any library, or book store, Deacon would be caught dead in was the spiritual section. He studied the book in his hand and held it up for the other man to see. "Unless you would consider an FBI thriller about a man who strangles prostitutes and dismembers their bodies to be spiritual, I'd say you're in the wrong section."