Chapter 144

“Oh, Nicholas, I thought that was you,” Scooter said, suddenly stealing Nick from the end of the line, putting one arm in a companionable grip around his shoulders, and steering him off to one side. Even Andy had to look close to see the white-knuckled grip Scooter had on Nick’s shoulder

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Churches were churches, Scooter had pretty much noticed. Same basic layout, no matter how ritzy the decor or how long-winded the pastor was. He pulled Nick into the vestibule, where there was relative privacy.