"I'll go with you," Lane said as he yanked open the door of the cemetery. This was the last thing between us and the little black door hidden on the side of the church. "Kayla and Cindy go together. This method of death is not an option for anyone."
"I'm fine," Keira said, and then went through the wrought iron frame first. Cindy followed reluctantly.
We shuttled among the rough granite tombstones, shuttled in the sky. When we walked past the tomb, I felt very strange. Do I feel something churning underground? impossible. This must be the rumbling on the main road, or the crunching leaves as we shuttled. I will not be so stupid that Mr. Re's stupid story scares me. Probably.
Ryan turned around. "Go on, announce that we are here."
"I'm sorry," I retorted. "I forgot to go to the grave today because I was evading the law."
He turned around and continued to walk towards the door. I want to add that he made a louder voice in his fluffy shuffle and big boots than the three of us together. However, we were not found when we arrived at the door. Ryan arrived first, then slowly opened it. He was stunned, and was surprised to find that the door was unlocked. I was also surprised, looking at my friend looking for a possible explanation.
"What if they knew we were here?" Cindy glanced around us.
"Then we will stand here stupidly to discuss," I said. I got rid of the thoughts of terrible evil remote observers who watched my every move.
"Or because he is working," Lane said, pointing in the direction of a gravedigger. He paused long enough to stare at us during the digging process, at least I think so. It's hard to tell, because his face was hidden by the shadow of the tree hanging on him. He is nothing but a silhouette leaning on a metallic flash in the dark. shovel
The faceless gravedigger frightened me.
From this perspective, the church is huge, big and luminous, towering above us like a huge monument. The strategic lighting highlights the colored glass and stone, making the building look truly sacred.
"It's so beautiful," I said. "I barely noticed it when I drove by."
"It's more beautiful inside," Keira said. "bring it on."
Ryan flinched. "It's too easy."
"I told you this door is open," Cindy said. "This is the exit of the confessional. It won't be unlocked until the church is closed."
I opened the door fiercely and crossed the threshold halfway. Ryan grabbed my hand at the last minute.
"Follow me," he said. This tenderness returned to his face, which was enough to make my heart soft.
I leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly. "It seems like I have a choice."
Kayla is right. The interior of the church is even more impressive. I was walking a little under such a high ceiling, and I kept looking up at it. Painted murals and stained glass windows hung overhead. Dark wood beams run from floor to ceiling, from wall to wall. I saw an Asian woman polishing a bench, wondering if they were going to use pulleys to lift her up and polish the rafters. I would like to see.
"Did you see these beams?" Kayla pointed. "Flying Buttresses became popular in..."
I gave her a light push, cutting off her sight. "This is not an art appreciation class."
She looked downcast. ""Yes. sorry. "
A priest walked straight towards us, his black robe dangling on his ankle.
Kayla is on it. She walked towards him gracefully, with a smile on her face. After a few seconds, she made him blush, and she made a big gesture towards the ceiling, and the small one towards us. Just in case, I held up my red envelope invitation letter.
Cindy took a close look at the area, then whispered in my ear. "I didn't see the pastor. You should flash someone when he is not paying attention."
"Come on." Ryan took my hand and agreed, trying to pull me out of the ceiling and the little Christ child with the rose sèsè.
"Remember we must leave by nine o'clock," Cindy said. "They locked the door."
Kayla blocked the priest's vision, and couldn't see anyone else. Ryan and I hid under the velvet rope outside the stone corridor. We immediately ducked to the left and couldn't see. Ryan took the lead and turned a corner into an identical corridor.
The walls and floor are the same as the stone outside the church. A long red carpet extends along the corridor, giving people a Gothic feel. Before the corridor ends at t, there are several doors on each side, divided into two directions.
Ryan put his ear on the first door on the left, then opened the door and walked inside. I did the same on the right. There is not much in the first room. There are no windows, so it reminds me of a cell. There are some documents on the table, most of which are receipts and thank you letters from different church members. Nothing makes me think of Ellie or the dark future we are trying to avoid.
After the next three doors, I got similar results. Everyone is holding some weird furniture, a chair or a box. Others were holding vases, pictures of Jesus, and bookshelves with bibles and religious hymns. But I cannot use it to determine the whereabouts of Ellie. The last door is locked. After he checked all the doors down the corridor, I told Ryan about it.
He twisted the handle himself.
"Shall we take it apart?" I whispered. I kicked in the air.
He shook his head. At the end of the corridor, I leaned forward in every direction of t, but I didn't see any doors or people.
"If you knock on the door lightly, I don't think no one will hear," I whispered.
He shook his head again. Then he pressed his lips to my ears. "They wouldn't put her so close to the front, in case she screamed."
well said.
I followed him around the corner. I traced the entire corridor, but did not find the door, except for one at the end. I pushed it away and found a staircase leading to the pitch black.
I shuddered. I will never go down. Ryan waved his arms and motioned me to follow him, which caught my attention.
As a result, there was a door at the end of his T-shaped passage, just like the one on my side. But this one did not lead to the stairs. It opened a bedroom.
A double bed, covered with crumpled white sheets, and a duvet tucked in the corner. It looked like someone had just rolled out of it. This table is cleaner than the one I saw in another room. A small flower was placed in a vase, next to a lamp, the lamp was on, and the room exuded a soft light, but Ryan did not bring me here to see this. When I stared at this small living space, he frantically punched my sleeve and pointed at the bed. Allie's red coat.
It is difficult for me to distract my attention between the coat and the painting on the wall.
In a large picture, there is a photo of Mr. Re Eves, who was the creepy guy at my mother's funeral. He is wearing a very fitting suit, just like the one I saw him wearing, except that this suit is made of dark blue and wears a red tie. I soaked the painting and I don't know what it means. What is the weirdo at my mother's funeral doing here? Is he a supporter of the church? Is he a pastor? Even so, why did they hang his picture in a church in Nashville
I put this portrait in my mind and wrote it under "Things to be organized later". When I encountered a problem, I was a very simple girl. My plate was too full and the vegetables were all dropped. Come down.
Ryan insisted that we go back and investigate the dark stairs, because that was the only place we could see. We checked every corner of the basement, but there was no Ally. It's scary here, because it looks most like a room in a painting. I'm pretty sure Ellie is no longer in the church, and we slipped out. Keira and Cindy were waiting in the parking lot, just on the corner of the street leading to the cemetery.
"We only found her coat," I said. "And you?"
"No," Kayla said.
"Wait. Here again." Cindy raised his hands.
"I--" Ryan started, but Cindy stopped him.
"Shh" Cindy twitched and stood up sideways. "There."
We barely heard what Cindy said. A phone vibrated suddenly and we all jumped up. Ryan took out his phone and saw Gloria's name appear on the display. He opened it. After listening to it for a while, he handed it to me.
"Perkins is here to execute your search warrant," Gloria said. "Tell him where you are. You don't want to cause trouble anymore."
She seems to have more meaning. I try to cooperate with them. "Let him answer the phone."
"Bob Kings," he said.
"So, what is my charge?" I asked.
"Murder," he said.
certainly. "Who did I kill?"
"Eddie Phelps and Nisha Hildebrand. Eve Hildebrand confessed in full today that you killed her daughter and she was revenge."
My heart stopped beating. "Have you found Nisha's body?"
"It's just a matter of time."
I sighed and breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe the little girl is still alive. Bob Kings is an idiot, hopefully a well-informed person. Eve must have succumbed under pressure.
"You either surrender or I will pick you up," he was under a lot of pressure.
"Thinking so thoughtfully." My heart was pounding, like a jackhammer smashing concrete. prison. "Why don't I turn on the phone line so you can track my call?"
"Or can you tell me where you are?" he retorted.
Compared with murder, what is the charge of "resisting arrest"? I couldn't cater to Bobkins anyway, because I only had so much time to find Ellie before they pulled me away. "Come and catch me."
I put the phone in my pocket and connected the phone. If Gloria's judgment about the tracking business is correct, they can find me. I don't know why Gloria asked Jǐng to come to the church, but if she thinks it will help us, I am willing to have a little confidence. Faith is my only job.
Ryan, Kayla, and Cindy made interesting gestures and debates between them.
"What's the matter?" I asked. In the near future, the existence of a small cell severely suppressed my emotions.
Ryan raised his hand. "I heard it." (to be continued) (end of this chapter)