Yeah, it also meant that it didn’t look like Jim was going to be having a good day from that moment out. Neither man believed in coincidences, and an open door at a church with Jesus leaving the tomb?
Definitely not.
When Jim went to move toward the door, Dex grabbed his arm to stop him.
Just.
In.
Case.
“Yeah, no,” he said. “Behind us. You don’t want to go in there in front of armed men.”
The man listened, and when they moved toward the door, they could hear music playing. It was a once popular country music hit.
Both men paused to listen to it for a second.
“Is that‘Take Me Home, Country Roads’by John Denver?” Quinn asked.
Dex just nodded.
It certainly was.
That was definitely going to mean something to Elizabeth because it was a weird choice.
“I didn’t leave music playing. In fact, we don’t play non-secular music here.”
Well, then, Houston, there was a huge problem going on inside the church, and they knew what it would be.
A.
Crime.
Scene.
Moving into the church, they carefully cleared all of the spaces before reaching the main area of the church. Once inside the large space, they saw it.
At the altar, a present had been left for them.
Or Elizabeth.
Yeah, the cuckoo had been there.
There were two piles of bones, and beside them were two skulls. Both had eyes stuck in the holes where their eyes had once been.
The hazy blue stared back at them, ominously.
Well, that was freaky.
“Oh, Jesus,” the pastor said, gasping. “That wasn’t here last night when I locked up!”
Well, yeah, no kidding.
You’d have to be blind and a freaking idiot to conduct a church service and not see the two dusty-musty skeletons lying on the altar with fresh eyeballs sitting in the ocular orbit holes. That was a scene only a serial killer could create and love.
Dex looked over at Quinn.
It appeared it was mission accomplished for the two DC cops. Their friend had a crime scene, and from the looks of it, the crazy had been working overtime.
