CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
Mackenzie had not been sure how long it would take to find a piece of random information as bizarre and out of the blue as what she and Benjamin were looking for. Still, when 4:30 rolled around and she found herself standing in a conference room with three other agents and no further answers, she started to feel as if time was slipping away from them. It reached the point where she was expecting the phone to ring at any moment—either with good news from Benjamin, or with terrible news that the killer had struck again while they were busy making phone calls to churches to ask about the art they had hanging in their halls and sanctuaries.
Ellington, Yardley, and Harrison were all in the room with her. Yardley was checking all art museum donation records from the past fif
