Luke walked to the front office window, trying not to rouse suspicion. He prayed internally that there would still be someone there, and that they wouldn't perceive his panic.
There were two women behind the desk chatting when Luke approached. He gave his best attempt at a normal, friendly smile.
"Luke White? I haven't seen you in a minute," one of the women said in a slow cadence, her voice friendly but her eyes judgmental. "What can I help you with?"
"I need to pick up the keys for one of our vans," Luke said, effortlessly sliding back into the inauthentic, amiable persona that he showed the congregation.
Her brows rose. "For what?"
"Herald Thomas asked me to get them," Luke said to dodge her question.
"Did you?" she asked, looking behind Luke.
Ice filled Luke as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I changed my mind about driving anywhere," the Herald said with the same false friendliness. "Come with me, Son."