“Prostitutes?”
“Probably.”
“Will wormed his way into Artman’s congregation, concealing himself as a Bible expert,” Raymond pointed to the cut characters from the different multilingual Bibles. “Everybody is happy, Reverend Artman too. Will invites him into his flat, charms him, then throws some flammable material on the reverend—what exactly, we haven’t found yet—and it’s done.”
John grimaced, and after brooding a minute, he shook his head.
“And did he light the wick with a timer?”
“You’re thinking about that recording of the security camera that shows the lighter in Will’s hand igniting the same time as the fire in the house? It’s only a coincidence—”
“Right … and the Heartley kid? Why did he need to smash into him at the intersection?”
Now Raymond scrunched his brows.
“That is an
