CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
FocusChet the Uber driver stopped. “Umm, are you sure this is it?” said Zacke.
“Yeah. I dropped off some people here last night.” The driver pointed to the roof, which showed massive damage. “I wonder what happened?”
“Are we good?” asked Zacke as he stood at the car door.
“Yeah. Paid through the app.” Chet backed out and drove away, too fast.
Zacke sighed and steeled himself for whatever he was walking into. He'd finally checked all his texts, but they didn't make a lot of sense. John has a wife? More trouble with relics? Something about healed fingers as the texts got more intense.
He walked up to the house, where someone that seemed like security met him. “You Zacke?”
“Yeah. Where do I go?”
“This way,” said the sect man sent to replace Jonah.
He was led into
