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"We believe that we have identified the man primarily responsible for what
happened on the night of June six-teenth." The lieutenant handed Patricia
a composite drawing of a ridiculously old man. "Do you recognize
him?"
"He was at the parish supper."
So it was that again. Nothing new, nothing new.
"He was the one who talked to you at the seniors supper the week before the
incident. His name seems to be Franklin Apple. We aren't certain."
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Jonathan's heart skipped a beat. He felt so much as if somebody were creeping
up behind him that he had actively to suppress the urge to look over his
shoulder. Then he realized why: the strange old man he had seen in his lab
yesterday looked a little bit like that.
"He died the day we were going to question him."
Jonathan was relieved.
"We believe that he was the local leader of a large religious organization we
call it that for want of a better word that has been operating clandestinely
for some years."
Jonathan put his hand on Patricia's shoulder. He could feel her trembling. But
he felt it was right that she be here just as it had been right for her to go
to the church. She had to confront these things. That was the only way back to
some kind of mental stability and a chance at happiness for them both.
Mike questioned Jonathan with his eyes. Jonathan nod-ded. "Go on, Max," Mike
said.
"We have looked for some sort of pattern of rape in
churches boroughwide, citywide, statewide.
Nothing. Your case is all but unique. What we have found is that a larger
number of Catholic religious have turned up missing or dead by violent
means than we would have expected. Fourteen in the past twelve
years."
"I don't see the connection." Patricia's voice was soft, but Jonathan could
hear the fear in it.
"Admittedly tenuous. A recent case illustrates the pat-tern, though. A Brother
Alexander Parker of the
Society of Saint Jude was found dead, apparently of accidental causes, in an
apartment across the street from Holy Spirit the morning after your
incident. Two strange things. First, he was living incognito. We
didn't know he was a religious until we questioned his mother. Second,
he had taken a reporter into his confidence."
"The reporter told me about the cult," Mike added. "Your Mr. Apple fit the
description of the man he said was running it."
"And the reporter is now a missing person," Maxwell's assistant said.
"I don't know what all that means and I don't want to hear any more," Patricia
said, her voice ragged.
Now Mike spoke. Quietly, almost sadly, as if this were a miserable duty.
"There isn't much. Just bits and pieces. But connect the dots and you have
something more than a single individual acting alone."
"Come on, Mike, get it over with! Why am I here? What do you want me to do?"
"We are assuming the surviving members of the group have the capacity to come
back and finish what was left undone."
She writhed in her chair, looking desperate. Jonathan went closer to her,
knelt beside the chair. "That's enough," she said in anguish. "Don't you
think I know that? I mean, all those alarms and that horrible little gun and
all, how could I
not know? I can't do anything about it. If they're going to kill me, they're
going to kill me." She clasped her knees. Her knuckles went white with the
pressure she was exerting. "I perfectly fulfill the cliche of the helpless
fe-male."
"Honey," Mike said, "I called you here to tell you that we are going to give
you protection. You're getting twenty-four-hour surveillance."
"Oh, no! I won't live like that, I won't!"
"Max, you tell her."
"You won't even know we're there. And it's just until we roll this thing up."
"Roll it up? You said you just had bits and pieces! So now you're going to
roll it up?"
"We're working on it. We're getting close."
"How close?" Mary asked. "I think it would help Patricia if you would tell us
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all."
"We've got Holy Spirit staked out."
"Which is to say you're not close at all. And I'm supposed to remain under [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]