The church was open but completely empty. Another night had passed and still no word from Clint, Fingers or Jack. It might seem over-familiar or presumptuous to just walk through, so Kat walked round to the manse’s front door. Not having a phone was starting to feel damned inconvenient as it also made contacting Evelyn impossible without a long journey and a prayer that she’d be in. Knocking and ringing didn’t raise her - so it seemed Evelyn was out and yet the church was open.
Kat went back inside to wait. She wasn’t going to sleep this time. It helped that she no longer felt as tired as she once did. Perhaps the determination to escape this mess was giving her new energy.
It felt like the altar was missing something. Pristine white tablecloths on a table, no chalices, heavy bibles, or
