More Twisted
Collected Stories, Vol. II
CHAPTER AND VERSE
Reverend . . . can I call you 'Reverend'?"
The round, middle-aged man in the clerical collar smiled. "That works for me."
"I'm Detective Mike Silverman with the County Sheriff's Department."
Reverend Stanley Lansing nodded and examined the ID and badge that the nervously slim, salt-and-pepper-haired detective offered.
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing involving you, sir. Not directly, I mean. Just hoping you might be able to help us with a situation we have."
"Situation. Hmm. Well, come on inside, please, Officer . . ."
The men walked into the office connected to the First Presbyterian Church of Bedford, a quaint, white house of worship that Silverman had passed a thousand times on his route between office and home and never really thought about.
That is, not until the murder this morning.
Reverend Lansing's office was musty and a gauze of dust covered most of the furniture. He seemed embarrassed. "Have to apologize. My wife and I've been away on vacation for the past week. She's stil ... read full excerpt from More Twisted Collected Stories Vol. II ebook
