<br/>It didn’t took the priest very long to realize that this people were open about religious believes more or less. An attitude that nowadays only few people shared - sadly. On the other hand that pretty much took the fun from pretending to be a devout man. Time to drop the act.<br/>“I’m afraid the Vatican, Mr. Hatcher doesn’t care”, Owen said with a heinous grin.<br/>He slouched on a chair crossing his legs. The clerical collar he struggled to do a few minutes ago was thrown on the table.<br/>“The Vatican doesn’t care at all.”<br/>With some disappointment Owen watched the big-boobed woman taking the cute girl’s offer and covered her more or less exposed breasts with the jacket.<br/>“But the Vatican trains people who do care – or at least people who aren’t well-paid enough to not care. Owen MacDermott at your service.”<br/><br/>The priest desultorily listened to Hatcher’s little speech. He waited till the two women had left the table and only Hatcher, the other guy and himself remained.<br/>As a waitress came by, he ordered a drink. He wouldn’t pass on the opportunity to put this Mr. Hatcher through his paces.<br/>And he was glad that he could do it without the two women present. He didn’t doubt their skills - he had seen capable exorcists and necromancers that had seemed a lot more harmless - but they also didn’t seem to be used to the disappointments of this job.<br/>On the other hand a cute face and a nice pair of breasts could distract a man from drawing conclusions.<br/>This strange guy on the contrary seemed to be more than aware of the downsides.<br/><br/>Owen leaned towards Mr. Hatcher.<br/>“You know Mr. Hatcher, I’ve ran down some ghost and demon in my days as exorcist. Some of them were as real as something unreal like that can only be, others were mere pipe dreams.<br/>In fact, most of the ghost-in-the-attic cases are more like squirrel-in-the-attic. And most of the time it’s an ol’ confused gramps or an overly concerned mother who has a thing on horror stories. I think my distraught friend whose name I don’t know yet may confirm that.” He flimsily smiled at the man across the table.<br/>“If someone offers 25 grand for a job - 100 grand if you don’t plan on playing us of against each other – I start to listen attentively.  Tell me Mr. Hatcher: Is this a joke? Or are you really in the shit that deep?”<br/>Owen leaned back and took a sip of his drink that had just arrived.<br/>“For your sake I hope it’s neither.”<br/>