Chapter 30:
The room fell silent.
Even the gunfire outside seemed distant.
The photograph lay face-up on the polished wooden floor.
Emily slowly picked it up with trembling fingers.
Five people stood around a long oak table.
William Hunter.
Richard Hunter.
Margaret Hunter.
Alexander Sinclair.
And…
Emily’s breath caught.
“No…”
Zach, clutching his bleeding shoulder, looked at the photograph.
His face drained of color.
“It can’t be…”
The fifth face belonged to Father Thomas.
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“No,” Emily whispered again.
“There has to be another explanation.”
Victor snatched the photograph from her hands.
He studied it carefully.
Then looked toward the door.
“Where is he?”
Everyone froze.
Father Thomas wasn’t in the room.
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At that same moment…
Deep beneath the mansion…
Father Th
