"Yeah, that's a complication, but it goes back to the whole prayers thing. Maybe he's invisible to the enemy. They know enough about him to link him with the band. Remember, that article gives his name and location. Whoever caused the accident thought he was on that bus." He shrugged. "Yeah, I know there are logic holes, but that's the only thing that even makes halfway sense."
We all agreed.
Mostly that there were logic holes big enough to drive the Enterprise
through. But if those were doppelgangers and not some impersonators hired by
the rest of Magna Magma to make the fans happy, then Pastor Rocky's
contribution to protecting our town had to be the driving factor for the
attack.
London and Sherwood found a few relatives of each of the members of Magna Magma, but couldn't verify if they had any recent contact with them. They found some ex-wives and estranged children, but again, very little evidence that there had been contact in the last ten years. Which was kind of sad. Wasn't there anyone who mourned them, other than Pastor Rocky and Father Marty? Well, yeah, the fans. The people who had bought tickets for concerts that would never take place. The rabid Lavaheads who were screaming about conspiracies and gathering their resources to sue the city and county and state where the accident had taken place, scrambling to find someone to blame.
After five days, rumors started floating to the top of all the Internet chatter. Bodies had vanished from the morgue. Then the rumors said some of the bodies hadn't been dead, but the police had lied to protect the survivors. Then other rumors said the survivors had been spirited away to protective custody, that they had seen something dangerous. Now the search was on to identify who had survived, who had attacked the band's bus, and who was the enemy.
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