Free Limbo by Amy Andrews

though.’
    ‘It’s okay,’ he said. ‘I’m not here to convert you. I’m not here to convert anyone. God didn’t send me to the Basin to preach, he sent me to the Basin to help people. Feed the hungry, house the homeless. That kind of thing.’
    ‘A true calling, huh?’
    ‘Something like that,’ he smiled.
    ‘Where did you come from?’
    ‘We’ve been in Sydney.’
    ‘What religion are you? I notice out the front it says multi-denominational.’
    ‘Yes, that’s right. I used to be Anglican but I was a little…’
    His gaze drifted to Lance, lost in the music, and Joy thought again about the irreverent sign outside. ‘Unorthodox?’
    He laughed then. ‘Yes. I was a little more interested in helping people than church protocols so I was…asked to leave.’
    Joy raised an eyebrow. ‘I bet that doesn’t happen very often.’
    ‘No,’ he grinned. ‘Not very. But I’m still a man of God, and when God tells you to pack up and move to the Basin, that’s what you do.’
    ‘So…you just…bought this church? Are you some kind of millionaire as well?’
    Stan laughed. ‘No. The money came from a bunch of different religious and community organisations and some government grant money. There’s also been a couple of big philanthropic donations that helped seal the deal.’
    ‘It sounds like you have friends in high places,’ Joy murmured, despite the musical accompaniment hinting at friends in low places.
    ‘Not really. There are people out there with money that believe they should be doing good with it in whatever form that takes. Lucky for me they’ve been willing to back my vision of a church welcome to all and dedicated to social equity.’
    ‘Not a lot of that going on around these parts,’ she mused.
    ‘Then I’ll have plenty to do,’ he smiled.
    She smiled back. Oh yeah . Stan was going to be run off his feet.
    Joy stood. She was reluctant to leave with Lance still going hell for leather at the guitar strings but she was going to be late if she didn’t leave now. ‘Well good luck with that. It was nice meeting you. I might just bring my guitar by one day and have a jam session with Lance.’
    ‘I hope you do,’ he said, also standing. ‘Churches should be filled with music.’
    ‘Even AC/DC?’
    He grinned. ‘Even AC/DC.’
    ‘Well, don’t get too carried away,’ she grimaced. ‘It’s been a long time since I set foot in a church. It’ll probably fall down around my ears.’
    He looked around at the building, chuckling. ‘It’s still standing, isn’t it?’
    Joy nodded. That was probably a miracle in itself.
    ***
    Dash had his feet up on the desk later that day and was perusing the Courier Mail when Joy opened the door. She didn’t bother knocking.
    Not many people did. It was that kind of joint. Easy come, easy go.
    ‘Did you see the news just now?’ she said, not bothering with a hello either, just marching inside in her black skinny jeans, a zombie t-shirt and a jumper tied at her waist, trailing down the back of her legs. She threw herself down in the chair opposite him and her pink fringe brushed against her cheek.
    Dash glanced up from the newspaper. There wasn’t a lot of easy come about her today. ‘Yes.’
    She glared at him. ‘They’ve arrested him?’
    ‘Yes.’
    She frowned, that little v between her eyes telegraphing her displeasure. It reminded him of the time it had been all ironed out in throes of pleasure but that was probably an inappropriate thought to be having right now.
    His dick disagreed. It had no sense of propriety.
    It was kind of a dick like that.
    ‘Well?’ she demanded, folding her arms. The t-shirt pulled very nicely across her breasts. Not even the zombie printed there with human flesh hanging from its mouth could make them less appealing.
    Man. He really needed to get laid.
    ‘What are we going to do about it?’
    He went back to perusing the paper. ‘ We’re not going to do anything. You went to the cops with the information you