I have days when I think about growing up in Brooklyn, especially Sundays and morning mass at All Saints.  I hated being washed and polished to be dragged there to hear the morally bankrupt preach to the morally dubious.  What was on display in that great old edifice was a unity of community - bad guys, good guys, mobsters and cops all brought together in the hope of absolution - the ultimate hedge bet.  Even then I knew it was a crock of shit.

So I'm looking at what's left of Agent Mike Winchester's face which is frankly not a lot.  I didn't really know the guy and I seen a lot of death in a short amount of life, yet still I'm tearing up.  It's that sudden realisation of mortality - a guy in the prime of life, a decent guy, a guy who made people laugh and yeah one of us - one of the good guys.  And now he's dogmeat on the floor of a rented apartment.  Yeah, he had a gun, had training yet what good did it do?  Nothing.  Nada.  Zip.  I hope you went to a better place Mikey, but somehow I doubt it.  Yeah, that's me ma - doubting Parisi.

So it looks like Mikey's killer is the boss - Kruger seen leaving his apartment with a baseball bat and acting screwy.  We found his car on Feliciana minus body armour and shotgun so he's on the loose.  Watch the suits close ranks like a hooker's legs on Sunday.  We're all having bad dreams - maybe Kruger's were the worst.  How's this gonna end?  Badly.

Feliciana Street - it's kind of sounding like one of those places that could become notorious, like Belsen, Szrebinica - full of dark secrets.  It's also where Lilith Carsonne, mentor to our missing kid chose to live.  We checked the place out in the daylight although Agent Chance says she's ‘gone' - left a note in her dream saying ‘What a dreadful fate it is to fall into the hands of a living God'.  I'll admit her apartment was   kind of spooky - walls covered in paper and notes - names, tarot readings, lists of full moons and astrological conjunctions - it's a regular mess.  We made the mistake of letting Chance loose in there with a Tarot deck - same reading, same cards time and again and all pointing to turmoil, unrest etc.  I wouldn't have believed it unless I had seen it myself. 

Lilith seemed to live a quiet life - didn't talk to her neighbours much - not so I can blame her - bunch of weirdos. We got some bull dyke with a dislike of cops, a schizo writer, another writer with anger management issues and some dweeb comic artist.  No sign of Livre D'Ivonie at her place but a hole in her bookshelf may suggest she had it there.  Could it be this book that everyone is after?  The schizo said Lilith had run away with an Encyclopaedia Salesman - that they were living it up on the sixth floor - yeah that works, given that there are only 3 floors to the building!

Speaking of mad people we went back to the Cathedral at Jackson Square in search of Father Marchant, only to find out from the Bishop himself that no such Priest exists.  I rattled his cage about Cabaret Saulot and he sent us to meet a novice Priest working with the poor and (literally) washed out in the Lower Ninth Ward.  ‘James' (real name James Thomas Wray) told us that the Saulot is a hang out for vampires of the real variety - yeah, who knew.  Apparently the calling card is a key to seeing the place for real - hidden behind some magic curtain, presumably.  These vamps ain't evil apparently - just ‘different'.  Yeah riiight.

This is turning into one fucked up assignment - I am kinda wishing I had stayed on admin leave.  Not only did the Mafia pukes we arrested yesterday skate after a little rough and tough got caught on camera but now we got dead team members, missing kids and fucking vampires.  Props to Farina for not pushing a brutality beef - can't afford any more desk time right now.

At least there are proper leads to follow - Tabitha's car was found below the Crescent City bridge.  Not much there except a parking ticket for Spanish Fort car park, dated last Wednesday and a bunch of stuff that would lead you to think she was on stakeout.  We also have Visa and phone records to process and a load of other things that need follow up.  It is going to be a busy week!

Greene said something interesting as we were leaving the office last night - talking about getting Farina's bunch to help us.  I wonder if that was what got the previous SOG unit suspended?  Takes me right back to Sundays at All Saints - at least then, the cops had the grace to stand on one side of the aisle while the mobsters stood on the other.  It was about the only day you could tell them apart...