Chapter 20

Oh, crap. The man was on to him. Keir had ruined everything.

But oddly enough, when the reverend spoke again, all hint of reserve had left his tone. “Why, of course, Mr. Quinn. Why don’t you come in tonight, say around eight o’clock. I look forward to making your acquaintance.”

Shocked it had worked, Keir mumbled, “Um, okay. Eight o’clock. Thank you.”

He disconnected the call and almost slid off his chair in helpless relief. He’d done it. Barely. Now all he had to do was get through the next few hours hiding behind closed blinds and locked doors, then find the nerve to face a man who tormented children for a living.

Should be easy.

He groaned and hung his head.

How had he gotten himself into this?

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