CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
“You buy all that Jesus stuff he was talking about?” DeMarco asked.
The question caught Kate off guard. It was very direct and was easily the most personal question that had been shared between the two of them so far. It was also a question that was not easy for Kate to answer.
“I don’t know,” she said, trying her best. “I don’t mind telling you that I believe in God. But when you get into the Holy Spirit and a resurrected Jesus, I start to have some serious doubts. Why do you ask?”
DeMarco shrugged. “Because I don’t. I never have. I have no doubt that people can truly change—even people like Tate O’Brien—but I don’t think it’s because they symbolically give their lives over to the spirit of some man that may have never even lived.”
“But you agree that a killer can
