A search for 'how to invite an exorcist-priest' led Selena to a grim realization: only the Vatican and the dioceses themselves knew which priests were licensed to perform exorcisms.
She chugged another cup of coffee while scrolling through webpages, printing out the list that looked far shorter than she'd hoped.
The bitter taste clung to her tongue, but at least the warmth kept her hands from shaking.
The smell of the police headquarters early in the morning — burnt coffee, printer toner, damp wool — was never a good way to wake up.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, too bright for her tired eyes.
Still, the details she'd unearthed brought a strange mix of relief and dread.
At least she knew there were indeed a few experts, but they were so few and far between that the thought of reaching one seemed almost impossible.
Although the internet wasn't all that reliable, she had to do what she could.
