Spinelli grabbed the Door County visitor guide from the desk in his hotel room and flipped to the index. He skimmed his finger over the rows of verbiage until he located the words 'Places of Worship.' "Page 156," he whispered before he flipped to that page. An exaggerated sigh escaped him. "You've got to be kidding me."
"What?" Walker asked as he craned his head over Spinelli's shoulder.
"There's got to be over fifty churches in this county." Spinelli glanced at the clock. Nearly 7:30. How would they be able to cover that many places for any scheduled weddings?
"Well, we probably only need to cover the Catholic churches, Walker piped in. "How many of those?"
"You're right. From the way it sounds, Emmet wouldn't stand for anything other than a good ole Catholic union." Spinelli glanced
