It had to be somewhere, he thought. He buried his hand deep within his cloak pocket. Set the items on the ground.

Rosary made from wood of the true Cross.

Six silver bullets.

Gun.

A bottle of holy water.

Salt packets.

A garlic clove.

Long stake.

Hammer.

Only one thing missing — where was the mirror?

Oh no. There it was. He cut his finger on the shards. Must have broken on the way.

He would do his best. He loaded the gun and put the other items in his cloak, and walked silently to the crypt.