The Fifth Victim. BEVERLY BARTON

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      “You mean one of them devil-worshiping cults?”

      “Just a possibility.” Jacob glanced around and quickly spotted the church’s new minister and his wife huddled together toward the back of the sanctuary, a police officer speaking to them. “Who found the body?”

      “Reverend Stowe,” Watson said. “The guy’s pretty shook up, but then who wouldn’t be?”

      “What’s his wife doing here?”

      “After he called us from his office down the hall there”—Watson indicated the location of the office with a nod of his head—“he went back home and waited for us. He and Mrs. Stowe came back over here together.”

      Jacob studied the Stowes for a moment before turning his attention to the chief. “I think we probably need some help. Neither your department nor mine is equipped to handle this sort of crime, especially not now that there have been two identical murders.”

      “Don’t go putting us down,” Watson said. “I’ve got no intention of calling in outside help. Not yet.”

      “Do you think your department can handle this case if it turns out we’re dealing with a serial killer?”

      “Hellfire, Jacob, I thought you said it was probably a devil-worshiping cult.”

      “I don’t know for sure. And that’s the problem. I’m new at this job, and my experience in matters like this is nil. The resources of the Cherokee County Sheriff’s Department is limited. And I’m not too proud to ask for help when I need it.”

      “Then, boy, you go ahead and call for help. I don’t need any. I’ve been police chief for fifteen years. I know my way around a murder investigation.”

      Jacob knew better than to argue with Roddy Watson, the stubborn, narrow-minded, ignorant son of a bitch. “Whatever you say.”

      Just as Jacob turned to leave, Jerry Lee Todd came storming into the church. When several policemen tried to stop him, he shoved them aside and when they moved to over-power him, Chief Watson motioned for them to leave the mayor alone. Jerry Lee ran toward the altar.

      “Hold up there,” Watson called. “You don’t want to do this.”

      “Is it her?” Jerry Lee asked. “Is it my Cindy?”

      “Yeah, it’s Cindy,” Watson replied. “Believe me, Jerry Lee, you do not want to—”

      “What happened? Is she really dead?” Jerry Lee barreled past the forensic team, taking no heed of their requests for him not to disturb the scene.

      Jerry Lee skidded to a halt when he saw his wife’s mutilated body. “Cindy! Oh, God, Cindy!”

      “Hell,” Watson murmured.

      Jacob rushed forward and grabbed Jerry Lee’s shoulder, stopping him from getting any closer to Cindy’s body. Jerry Lee spun around, grief and fury in his eyes. “Let me go, damn you. I’ve got to see her, talk to her, touch her.”

      “No,” Jacob said. “What you’ve got to do is let the police do their job so they can find the person responsible.”

      “You can’t stop me. That’s my wife.” Jerry Lee jerked away from Jacob. “I have every right to—”

      Jacob drew back his fist and clipped Jerry Lee on the temple. The mayor dropped like dead weight tossed into the river. Turning to Chief Watson, Jacob said, “Get a couple of your boys to take him home and stay with him until he calms down.”

      “He’s going to be mad as hell when he comes to,” Watson said. “But you did what you had to do.”

      Jacob nodded. “You know where to reach me if you need me.”

      He left the murder scene, left behind the cocky, stupid police chief, and took a lot of unanswered questions with him.

      Esther Stowe held her husband’s hands tightly in hers as they stood at the back of the sanctuary. They had answered questions repeatedly for the past hour and still they weren’t allowed to leave. They’d been told the chief would want to verify a few things. Esther wasn’t sure how much longer Haden could hold himself together. Her husband wasn’t emotionally strong. If not for her strength, he wouldn’t be the man he was today.

      Sometimes she regretted having married such a weakling and longed for a man who was her equal. No one would ever guess, seeing Haden and her together, that she was the dominant partner. To the world they presented a rather amusing facade, the old-fashioned married couple, with the husband as head of the household. Haden Stowe didn’t have the balls to be the man of the house, but it served her purpose to allow him to playact the part.

      Haden whispered, “What if they find—”

      “They won’t!”

      “But what if—”

      “Shut up. There’s no way they’ll find it. It’s not here in the church. It’s in our house, and there’s no reason for them to search our house.”

      “How could this have happened? Why here? Why in my church?” He looked at her accusingly. “You didn’t—”

      “Don’t be absurd. Of course I didn’t.”

      “But she was sacrificed, just like the other one.”

      “We were not involved with either. You know that.”

      Haden nodded.

      Esther kept her gaze fixed on the sheriff as he left the building. Chief Watson she could handle. The man was an idiot. But Jacob Butler was another matter. The sheriff could prove dangerous to her. He needed to be watched. Watched closely.

      Chapter 6

      Genny woke slowly, languidly, feeling safe and secure. Several moments passed before she remembered what had happened. When she did remember, a deep, profound sadness overwhelmed her. She’d had another vision. One yesterday around dawn and then a second one this morning at daybreak. Both times she had sensed what the killer was going to do. Yesterday she’d actually witnessed his crime. Today she had seen only the woman’s body lying on the altar and felt the man’s anticipation. Oh, God, the poor woman was probably already dead by now. Genny had received a forewarning this time, but it had come to her far too late to help save this second victim.

      Morning sunshine brightened the bedroom, telling Genny she had slept for hours. Glancing around the room, she caught sight of Dallas Sloan asleep in the corner chair, Drudwyn curled on the rug beside him. Odd how her wildly protective dog had accepted this man, as if he, too, sensed a trustworthiness in Dallas. When she rose from the bed and dropped her bare feet to the floor, Drudwyn lifted his head and stared at her. She placed a finger to her lips. Drudwyn rumbled an aborted yowl. Dallas’s eyelids flew open and his gaze connected with Genny’s.

      “Good morning,” she said as she reached down for her robe at the foot of the bed.

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