Excerpt: Templar

Larren parked a block away from small brick rancher painted white but in the darkness of four in the morning, and in the light of a full moon, looked more like ice blue. He got out of his car and walked to the house, his tread silent on the blacktop. In the driveway, he saw a black sports car with its interior light on. Then he chuckled to himself. The angel sitting on the trunk pretty much made the interior light useless.
"We really must stop meeting like this," said Larren as he walked up the driveway.
"What, over corpses?" the angel, named Anathan, said. Larren just laughed. Anathan jumped down from the trunk. The car had not registered his weight, nor the absense of it. Anathan occupied a corporeal form, but one without mass. "You're a hard one to get in touch with, Larren. You should consider a cell phone."
"Is this why you called me here?" he asked, sliding his hands in the pockets of his well-worn jeans. He inclined his chin towards the occupied car. "To watch you take another soul?"
"Her soul is not going home, just yet," Anathan said as he walked to the driver's side of the car. Larren followed. A young woman, no more than twenty if Larren had to guess sat in the driver's seat. Her head lay back, her jaw slack and her mouth open. "I'm not here to take it, I'm here to give it back to her."