FourteenAngela tried, with little success, to get Hilda to take a drink. Finally, defeated, she gave up. She left the poor old thing to herself and joined Paul, instead, loitering by the kitchen doors.
On the opposite side of the room, the chief's luck was no better. He hovered over the handcuffed minister demanding answers, through gritted teeth, to his many questions. The demented man seemed willing to cooperate. But his vehement responses reached Cross as nothing but incongruous biblical claptrap; no answers at all.
“Can you understand me?” Cross asked. “What happened here?”
“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light,” the reverend replied in wide-eyed sincerity. “On those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.”
The chief shook his head wearily. “
