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“Oh, these?” Father Kerley asked. “A classic religious tale. One of the most controversial ones.”
“Called?”
“These are the trials of Job. From the Book of Job.”
The Book of Job.She replayed the words, trying to place them. She’d heard the name but the finer details eluded her. “Job?” she asked.
“You’re not familiar with it?” Kerley asked. “Job. Jay-oh-bee.”
“No. Tell me about it.”
“Job was man of wealth and prominence. Devoutly faithful to God in every way. In a challenge made with the Devil, God put Job through a series of trials to test his faith.”
More connections came. Ella remembered something Father Alden had said in the interrogation room, something that could very well be the missing piece of the puzzle.
He was some kind of assassin. He said he needed the blade to find a new job.
A new job.
Father Kerley pronounced the titular Job differently.Jobe.
But she couldn’t deny the link.
“The Book of Job,” Ella said, struggling to find any other words.
She was in a frenzied state of mind, thoughts hurtling through her head like a bullet train, each one more chaotic than the last.
But every single one of them fit.
It was all right here.
This had to be the answer.
Father Kerley said, “Yes. Job feared God and shunned evil. He was a perfect follower. Blameless and upright.”
“A perfect follower,” Ella repeated. “Blameless and…. wait a moment. What did you say?”
Kerley looked at her with trepidation. “It’s how God describes Job to Satan. Blameless and upright.”
Restlessness itched at her legs, telling her to flee, get back to the precinct. She saw it all as crystal-clear as a mountain stream, all it took was a single, three-letter key.
Job.
These weren’t mercy killings. They were tests of faith.
Ella clasped Father Kerley’s hand in hers, shaking it with a fervent grip. “Father, you have no idea how much you’ve helped. Thank you for this. You might have just helped catch a murderer.”
“Oh, my. Good luck. I wish you all the best.”
Ella hastened out of the sacred temple, heart on fire, new life coursing through her veins.
Art imitated life, life imitated art.
She knew what she had to do now.
She had to find Job.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
