EPILOGUE
Marie closed her eyes and slowly filled her lungs and blew out a breath, clearing her mind as she telepathically thanked her spirit guides for their protection. The plane engines accelerated as it began its race down the runway. Gale’s giggle made Marie smile wide, giving her the highest satisfaction of friendship and loyalty. And as the plane gracefully lifted off the ground, Marie tried replaying the series of events that took place the night before when all hell broke loose.
There was an odd combination of thrill and fear when they drove in the police car to the St. Louis Cathedral. Marie knew full well there was a chance they would find Gale lying lifeless on a cold slab of marble, covered in blood. Racing against time and approaching a scene of methodical men and women risk
