Free For His Name's Sake (Psalm 23 Mysteries) by Debbie Viguié Page B

decided that somehow they must have snuck through town, perhaps in small groups, and moved somewhere else. I find that theory improbable for a number of reasons. One of the chief ones being that there’s no evidence of the group ever surfacing somewhere else. In theory they would still need to do business with someone for the same sorts of supplies they were having ordered in before.”
    “The mass grave that was discovered contained the bodies of the cultists,” Cindy said.
    “Yes, I would agree. That in itself, though, poses some interesting questions. Who killed them, how and why? Someone had to bury the bodies which means someone survived that massacre. Was it Matthew? Did he move on to greener pastures with his now vast wealth? Or was it one of the other cultists? Or perhaps it could have even been an outsider.”
    A chill danced up Cindy’s spine. “Is it possible that it was Paul?”
    There was a pause on the other end of the line. “I’d have to check my notes, go back over my interviews and see exactly what time the last successful delivery happened. It would also be helpful to know where on the road Paul was found by the police and at what exact time.”
    “That would be awful,” Cindy whispered.
    “It’s possible the boy buried them. It’s possible he escaped before or during the massacre.”
    “Do you think it’s possible that Matthew was his father?”
    “I don’t recall if there were stories of a boy being one of the first who arrived with Matthew. I will have to pull up those interviews. Fortunately, as you know, I record all my interviews and I also keep those.”
    “Please tell me when you find out more. I’ll see if I can pinpoint the timing of Paul’s reappearance.”
    “Excellent. Given that the man risked everything by threatening my life, he must have had something powerful to hide. Whoever he was, I’m willing to bet he knew full well he was not the real Paul and that he knew what happened, or what was going to happen, to those people.”
    “So, it’s possible Paul was a killer, even though he was only ten.”
    “My dear, if not a killer, he might well have been an accomplice.”
     

7
    Cindy told Gerald everything she knew, including the things that Mark had discovered in Righteousness. They agreed to touch base again with each other in two days. After hanging up she just sat for a few minutes pondering what they had talked about.
    There was so much going on with the wedding and whoever wanted to hurt Geanie that she really didn’t have time to fixate on the Paul mystery. If anything, she should be fixated on the Geanie mystery. Sitting alone in the room, though, she admitted to herself that that mystery scared her. She didn’t truly believe that there were any skeletons in either Joseph or Geanie’s closets, but just admitting out loud that someone wanted to do them harm made her feel sick to her stomach.
    “Ignoring it isn’t going to make it go away,” she said out loud. Instead, the best course of action would be to do what she could to stop it and soon so that they could all get back to enjoying the Royal Wedding.
    Unfortunately, she had no idea where to start. Fortunately, though, she wasn’t alone in this and hopefully when they all put their heads together in a couple of hours things would start to make sense.
    She got up and went downstairs to find that Geanie had apparently finished up in the kitchen. She moved back into the foyer and looked up the grand staircase. It really was a massive house. Searching for her could take forever. The guys were gone, though, so it should just be the two of them in the house. She knew it was incredibly undignified, but she threw back her head and shouted, “Geanie, where are you?”
    She tilted her head to listen, but there was no answering call. After a few seconds fear pricked at her spine.
    Calm down, there are police outside. Nothing could have happened to her in the last few minutes , she told herself.
    Theorizing that