When we came in
the back door by the church office, Vivian was hurrying down the hall away from
us, trying to keep up with Gabe McIntosh, our head custodian. All the lights
were off in the office, but not in the hallway. Okay, so now we knew how
Sherwood was keeping Father Marty from reaching Pastor Rocky before we did.
"They're
kind of scary, you know?" Daniel murmured, as we slowed and watched Vivian
and Gabe vanish down the hallway, probably heading for the utility room at the
other end of the church. I knew all the back rooms and hallways and storage
rooms, from part-time custodian jobs in high school.
"Yeah, but
it's good to have them on our side," I said, and turned my phone to look
at the blank screen and make a face, betting myself that Sherwood was listening
and watching.
I was right. A
cartoon of Groucho Marx flashed on my screen, waggling his huge eyebrows and
his big cigar, and saying, "With friends like these, who needs
enemas?"
Daniel laughed, then he sighed and straightened his shoulders and looked around. "So, what do we do? Just go in and hope he isn't busy?"
"Doing what? No computer, no phone." I checked my watch. "He's probably still in the sanctuary with the prayer vigil team. The current shift isn't done for another fifteen, twenty minutes."
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