some years earlier. Luke wondered if they were still alive, and if she had time for much of a personal life; probably not, he guessed.
A typed quote, maybe twenty point, was tacked to the bottom of the corkboard: If you do what youâve always done, Youâll get what youâve always gotten.
âI like that quote.â He nodded at it. âSophocles?â
Her eyes turned and her face colored slightly.
âTony Robbins.â
âThat would have been my second guess. Sorry.â He was , actually, and summoned his best contrite expression. It was, in fact, the sort of quote Luke liked to slip into his sermons occasionally; unfortunately, Âpeople tended to respond more to inspirational wordplay than they did to scriptural passages.
âSo.â She frowned, getting to it. âYou think you know what the numbers mean.â
âI have an idea, yeah. The details about her arms and legs helped. Being broken, I mean.â
âAlthough that was on the QT.â
âRight.â
âOkay.â She leaned forward and clasped her hands on the desk. âSo what is five one eight?â
âA Bible verse.â
She glanced at the old Bible heâd set on her desk.
âIn the Old Testament, there are only three books with fifty-Âone chapters. Psalms, Isaiah, and Jeremiah. None of the books of the New Testament would qualify, the longest being Matthew and Acts, which each have twenty-Âeight.â
âOkay.â Her eyes shone with interest.
âSo, that narrowed it down. I looked up each, and one seemed to fitâÂPsalm 51, verse 8. If we assume the i was actually a colon, that is.â
He opened the Bible to the page he had bookmarked, rotated it and slid it across the desk to her. Hunter leaned forward, setting her elbows on either side of the Bible. Her eyes found Psalm 51, then the eighth line.
She read silently at first, then aloud.
âMake me hear joy and gladness
That the bones you have broken may rejoice.â
She looked up. âOkay,â she said, her tone neutral. âTell me about that. Whatâs Psalm 51?â
âItâs a prayer of repentance,â Luke said. âOne of the better-Âknown Psalms, actually. It was King Davidâs expression of remorse over his affair with Bathsheba and the fate of her husband, Uriah, whom he sent to war to be killed. Heâs saying, basically, I was wrong, I sinned, forgive me.â
âKing David.â
âYeah.â
Hunterâs eyes went back to the Bible. âThis is the same David from David and Goliath, right?â
âSame fellow. Goliath was back in his teen years. Before he went off into the wilderness. More than half of the hundred fifty Psalms were supposedly written by David. Although some scholars question that.â
âOkay.â Her eyes stayed with his. âSo, if this was a message, or a calling card of some kind, the message would have to do with repentance, youâre saying?â
âWell, thatâs one interpretation. Of course, it might be something else entirely.â
She read it again, and finally pushed the book back to him. Not quite convinced, Luke could see. âAny idea why someone mightâve carved the number of a Psalm verse into this womanâs hand?â
âNo.â
âOkay,â she said. Clasping her hands again. âWell. Thank you for that information, then, Pastor. Iâll certainly let you know if we have further questions.â
Luke was mindful not to smile at her sudden formality. âSure,â he said. âAnd if I could change the subject for a second?â Hunter nodded. âI do have one other bit of information that I wanted to share. It probably doesnât mean anything, but I assured my wife Iâd mention it.â
âPlease.â
âI was driving out in the country around lunchtime today, coming back from hospice. And when I got to the stop sign at Goose
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