CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
They stopped by their apartment and were very professional about it. While Mackenzie took a shower and allowed herself a single minute to just soak and relax, Ellington put on coffee. Mackenzie toweled off, got dressed, and found a cup of coffee ready and waiting for her.
“Bless you,” she said.
“Sure thing. So hey…I’ve been on Twitter, looking at this exchange between Coyle and McDaniel. It’s interesting to say the least.”
“Anything that would point to motive?”
“No. Just the rejection in and of itself. But I’m seeing hints from Coyle’s account from what it might have all been about. Something about a past that would easily deter his duties as deacon. Of course, it’s all veiled. He was trying to be professional without calling McDaniel out by name.”
“Well, maybe M
