“You know this is insane, right?” he asked.
Dex did, but what he’d learned by working with Elizabeth was that if she had a hunch, you listened.
She tended to nail it.
Her gut was rarely wrong when it came to things like this. If she was dogging a killer, a sick one at that, and she believed he was going to leave them bodies, then it was best to find them now, not later.
Time was of the essence for her, and God knew she’d helped all of them out a time or five. This was the least they could do—no matter how crazy it seemed.
They owed her a few favors.
“I know this is odd, but trust and believe, if Elizabeth is saying the shit is about to go down, we want to be ahead of it. She’s trying to catch up to this killer before he drops the atomic bomb of cuckoo. I don’t want that going down in my city.”
Yeah, he knew that, but still…
Detectives detected.
They didn’t go on a body hunt.
First, he lost his partner, and was in freefall as a detective, and now, he was out before the sun was up trying to get‘work’for Elizabeth.
It didn’t get weirder than this for Quinn.
As they got out of the car and stood in front of one more church, Dex read the name off of the sign.
‘Holy Redeemer Church.’
On the front, there was a cross, and a board with information regarding the pastor.
Other than that, it looked perfectly normal to them.
“Well, let’s look around,” Quinn said, as the sun was coming up, and the whole church was being bathed in early morning sunlight.
Dex took a picture and for a good reason.
In one of the stained-glass windows, there was the cave that Jesus had been buried in, and he was coming out of it post-resurrection.
“Elizabeth sent over some information. She said that Jesus was off the cross on the rosary, so…,” he began, pointing at the picture depicted in the glass. “Jesus is off of the cross.”
Yeah, if he said so.
Honestly, Quinn wasn’t a fan of religion, simply because when you saw what people did to each other, day after day, you lost that warm fuzzy feeling regarding God and his plan.
You lost that warm, fuzzy feeling about pretty much everything.
For Quinn, God’s plan sucked when it came to mass killings, disgusting human beings, and people abusing children. It made a cop cynical and hardened to most things.
Him included.
“Okay, let’s check it out before the next patrol car comes by, and you have to pull out your badge and explain this mess.”
That worked for Dex.
As they were moving around the front of the church, they heard a voice calling to them.
Well, so much for getting in and getting out without anyone being any the wiser. Apparently, they had company.
“Can I help you?” someone said.
