[razlo is grumping silently, literally a child pouting over someone else getting more attention than he is, so he's effectively harmless for the moment. but livio does have something up his sleeve.]

Can y'take a look inside? Behind the pews. Any of 'em.

[if wolfwood needs urging, livio will coax him in with an earnest smile, and even if he can't fit through the doors, he extends his head inside as far as it can go.

and assuming nick does eventually inspect the slots built into the backs of the pews, he'll find that there is absolutely no sign of the cult texts. it's as if they simply vanished. and hopefully before wolfwood can grow too anxious over the consequences of last march, livio's smile softens.]

I... exchanged favors with Miss Beiwe. She got rid of 'em for good.