The cop nodded and lifted the tape so they could continue up the street.
As they approached, Elizabeth took in the scene.
It was a big, brick church.
From the outside, it looked like a million other churches.
Oh, she knew a church. She spent a lot of time in them as a child. Her mother had been devout.
They went to church mass a few times a week. Back then, Catherine had been praying for her soul, her child’s, and her husband’s.
As she took it all in, she saw it.
The stained-glass window was pretty, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t love them. They always made her feel peaceful.
Her mom would always point out the prettiest windows.
It was funny how that memory stuck, but so many with her mother were now gone.
Time was no one’s friend.
Her mother had been dead for forty years now, and it felt like it, too.
Elizabeth’s parents were on her mind today, and she hoped they’d be with her so she could make it home to her own kids at some point.
She needed all the help she could get. So, she said a prayer, hoping for divine intervention.
‘God, give me the wisdom to see through this nightmare, and help me get to the other side. He’s a tough opponent, but show me what he’s leaving me. I don’t want to die. Not yet. Help me save the countless people he plans on killing or has already killed. Allow me to find the strength to play this game and come out the winner. Amen.’
As soon as she was done, she was ready to go.
“This scene will definitely be tied to Devon,” she stated. “Resurrection,” she added, pointing at the window. “Three days later.”
Her brain was going a mile a minute, trying to process what she was seeing.
As she hoped, she missed nothing.
Every single thing that he left would be a clue, and she knew it. Devon Slater liked playing a game, littering the playing field with easter eggs for her to pick through.
He was one mindfuck away from being in a looney bin himself.
That.
Was.
For.
Sure.
As they got out, she had her aviator shades on, and she was ready to get to work.
Dex was heading her way, and he wasn’t smiling.
Well, no shock there.
No one liked when a sicko invaded their community and raised hell.
“Hey,” she said. “Thanks for finding this. You’ve given me the edge,” she stated. “I saw on the sign that Wednesday is the next time the church would have been used for prayer meetings. He was hoping that it wasn’t found until then, so he could have a big head start. Then, I’d be behind him for this one.”
