Mitch keptthat theory to himself. Megan stuck her head in the office withoutwaiting for an invitation. You're a pal, Dave. Josh let out a warwhoop and bolted after him.
Promise? he asked, raising his brows at her as she walked him to thebedroom door. The thought lingered and echoed in her mind as she hung up the phone,and a terrible sense of loneliness and fear yawned wide inside her,threatening to swallow her whole. Beware false prophets who come in sheep's clothing! They are raveningwolves! The congregation had been ushered out of the church, replaced by policeand sheriff's deputies. What was he in for? Megan held her breath.
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