Chapter EightPaul stepped into the nave of All Saints church. Arthur was busy fixing a new pulpit light.
“Arthur,” he said sternly, “I need a word.”
They sat together in a pew, the Gazette articles between them. Paul held up one of the articles.
“Joan Preston vanished in Walden in 1985. She was never found. I discovered her booklet recently.”
He held up the St Martin's booklet and pointed to the owner's name and the date inside: Joan Preston. Durham. 1985.
“I found it hidden in the vicarage study,” Paul continued. “How come? Was she having a fling with a vicar?”
Arthur appeared increasingly uncomfortable. He barely seemed able to look at the documents Paul brandished before his eyes.
“Come on, Arthur,” Paul insisted. “I want answers!”
“I believe Reverend Reed found the booklet…in S
