She nodded.
“I’ll know when I find the next drop. If it’s not for days, he might be driving. If it’s today,” she said, looking at her watch, “then he’s flying.”
As for Gabby…
“Have her call me if she finds anything. Directly to me. I don’t have time to track that information and hunt her down. I have Jack working on finding the bodies,” she admitted. “He’s sending out Quinn to look at churches.”
It made sense to him.
“The Christ is off the cross,” he said, understanding it now. “It’s not about three days, it’s a clue.”
She agreed.
“I thought it would be a countdown, but it won’t be. It’s the roadmap. The sacraments tell me more than he thinks. He has no clue how much he’s given me. One might say that he’s given me too much.”
Ethan hoped that was the case.
“And if you were to guess?” he asked.
Elizabeth continued.
“I’d bet that it’s going to be someone who was getting married. He’s going to kill them next, or it was at a church where they were married. I’m also thinking about why he went withCorpus Christi, and theCorpus Christimasses. I think, but I could be wrong, that he’s telling me it won’t be a Catholic couple, but instead someone like me who didn’t get married in front of the eyes of God, or who whored herself out in front of God with disrespecting the sanctity of a church wedding.”
About that.
“Like I said, we think he knows about you and Chris. We had to tell Gabe about it. Could it be that?”
She shrugged.
“At this point, EJ, it could be about anything. I don’t have enough yet. He knows how I work, and I need forensics and more bodies, unfortunately.”
Yeah, he was aware.
Ethan had been digging too.
“His father and mother didn’t get married in church. She got pregnant, and Richard Devon James, his father, married her in some quickie marriage. Maybe he’s talking about them.”
She listened.
“What I’m leaning toward in a profile is that he might be telling us that you are the same in more ways. He’s trying to make you sympathize with him, or he’s trying to make you believe you’re going lose because you’ll not stoop to the level he will to beat him.”
Well, she had bad news.
She would.
Oh, she’d go so low she’d walk through Hell to get to him and pay him back. So let him believe what he wanted.
He.
Was.
Wrong.
When the door to the chapel opened, she saw more familiar faces.
“EJ, I have to go. I’ll check in tomorrow. Tell Saint that his husband is good. He’s only slightly dinged up. I know he has to be worried.”
Oh, he was.
