When Ellory was done in the crypt, Sean more than willingly led the way up the stairs and into the main part of the cathedral. “I think I’m actually done,” Ellory said, stuffing his journal into a bag. His voice was gravelly, a clear indicator to Sean that he was nearing his limit.
“Great, I’m beat too,” Sean said feigning a big stretch. Ellory pinched his arm playfully, knowing Sean had done nothing but stand around for hours, shadowing him.
Ellory spent a few minutes with the priest in his office, thanking him and promising to send him a copy of the article once it was published.
The heat wave was in full force still, boiling along the pavement, vibrating through the air, leaving no relief, not even in the shade. Flowers and plants withered, treetops drooped, birds stumbled around laz
