Chapter Twenty-four
I had seen car sales lots smaller than the parking lot for the Pastor Tom’s church. It had just a handful of cars at the moment, but I had no doubt it was packed on Sundays. I’ve driven past on Sundays a few times over the years, and they even have a traffic cop to get everyone in and out of the lot, like at big concerts. Except this was every Sunday.
I made my way to the office. It had nice plush carpet, religious themed oil paintings and sculptures decorated the space with a few plants to create a serene setting.
“How may I assist you, young lady.” The woman sitting at the wooden desk had lovely salt and pepper hair in a modern short cut, stylish clothes, and perfectly coordinated jewelry.
“Meredith? I’m a neighbor of Delores’s. I believe she mentioned me w
