by Kirsty Ferry
‘Would you really have wanted to see her like that?’
‘No, you’re right.’ Elodie pulled herself together long enough to reach up and touch the marble face again. ‘I wonder if we’ll ever find her.’
‘Who knows where she might be, but I don’t think I like what images I’m conjuring up.’ Alex looked down at the pistol. ‘Can we tuck this inside the altar cloth?’
‘Sure.’ Elodie waited until he had put it inside the cloth and folded it up again. ‘I don’t like the images I’m getting either.’ It was probably closer to the truth than she cared to admit.
‘Come on, then.’ He stood up and held his hand out to her, hauling her out of the puddle.
Once she was on her feet, clutching the bundle to her, Alex looked around the church and shook his head. ‘I don’t even want to think about the cost to repair this place. I need to lock it up and keep people out for now.’
There was a steady stream running in through the hole in the roof, but it seemed more like water from a drainpipe now than rain.
‘I think the rain’s stopped though,’ Elodie commented.
‘Perhaps. Come on. Let’s get going. Are you okay with the bundle?’
Elodie nodded. ‘Yes. Let’s just – go.’
She didn’t linger to make sure Alex was behind her. She walked as fast as she dared out of the church into daylight and fresh air and closed her eyes briefly. The strange visions she’d had in there were something altogether different to ghosts and shadows and she didn’t quite know how to deal with it.
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