Paul stepped into the nave of All Saints church. Arthur was busy fixing a new pulpit light.
“Arthur,” he said sternly, “I need a word.”
They sat together in a pew, the Gazette articles between them. Paul held up one of the articles.
Gazette“Joan Preston vanished in Walden in 1985. She was never found. I discovered her booklet recently.”
He held up the St Martin"s booklet and pointed to the owner"s name and the date inside: Joan Preston. Durham. 1985.
St Martin"sJoan Preston. Durham. 1985“I found it hidden in the vicarage study,” Paul continued. “How come? Was she having a fling with a vicar?”
Arthur appeared increasingly uncomfortable. He barely seemed able to look at the documents Paul brandished before his eyes.
“Come on, Arthur,” Paul insisted. “I want answers!”
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