CHAPTER TEN
“Welcome, Mr. Pacheco.” Pastor Arturo Fernandez extended his hand to Leo. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too.”
“Please sit down.” Fernandez sat behind his desk in the office of his church. “It was lovely speaking to you on the phone.” Gray streaks ran through his thick, midnight-black hair. “We’re always looking for new members so I’ll be glad to answer any questions to get you more acquainted with our church.”
“Forgive me, Pastor.” Leo scratched through his trimmed, black hair. “I’m not interested in joining your church.”
“You said you were on the phone.” The tip of Fernandez’s pinched nose turned red. “What’s this about?”
“I used to be a detective with the Tate Valley Police.” Leo crossed his legs and rested his hands in his lap. “I worked homicide.”
“Pache
