Horse hooves clopped as Lingham ruminated for a moment. “Shouldn’t be.”
Oswell looked at Dicky and asked, “Does that look like a good place for you to set up with your binoculars and special rifle?”
“It should work.”
The horses closed the distance to the church, which was currently lit from the west by the lowering moon. The four stained-glass windows that were in the facade above the double doors winked like eyes.
“Quinlan could put grenades through those,” Oswell said while pointing out the colorful oblongs.
“There’s metal holding the glass together,” replied Lingham. “So I think they’d get bounced back out.” He grew visibly uncomfortable at the thought of this tableau.
“Does this place have other windows?”
“Small ones like those—up high and reinforced with metal. The twisters out
