CHAPTER 6
The van wheezed against the cold as I raced home. Back in my kitchen, I ignored Julian’s vociferous inquiries and called the Sheriff’s Department. Yes, I insisted to Dispatch’s toneless question, it was an emergency. Dispatch put me through to Calloway; I told her about the ransacked church office. She thanked me, said Boyd was on his way up to my house anyway, and that she’d send a team over to the church. I hung up.
“Man, Goldy, I can’t believe you went inside when you saw the place was trashed.” Julian slapped one of his schoolbooks open on the table and glared at me. “Don’t you think that was, you know, dangerous? I mean, you really ought to think about taking care of yourself, don’t you think? And no offense, but you look terrible.” Upstairs, water gushed into Arch’s batht
