10:26 p.m. New York City

Virginia riffled through her research papers, unable to believe that the Passion Ministry was celebrating its eighteenth year. As a fraction of John’s pupils lived in his 150-acre Washington State sanctuary, assessing the size of his flock was difficult.

True to her terrier-like reporting skills, Virginia had spent days researching and chatting with anyone with the slightest connection to John the Apostle. No dirty little secrets uncovered.

What most people didn’t know was that John managed to sing his way to an undergraduate science degree, specializing in genetics. Of course, this was before the stigmata. Before he began making money hand over wounded wrists.