Soul of a Killer by Abby Collette

Author:Abby Collette [Collette, Abby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2022-10-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

I WAS BACK to wandering the hallways of Everlasting Missionary Baptist Church. I wasn’t sure how we’d even find which door went to the one that had the keypad, but it looked like we were going to give it our best try.

“We’ll just open each door we get to and see what’s on the outside. A regular lock or the keypad.”

“What about if the door is locked from the inside?”

“Then that can’t be it because why would you need a passcode to get in it but a key to get out?”

“True.”

We had to leave and go one way from the chapel and then double back to go to the other side to check out those hallways, but we finally found the door. Down a hallway I hadn’t been down before. I was sure of that because there was yellow crime tape across one of the office doors down that corridor. I would have remembered seeing that.

“Look at that,” Koby said. He acted as if I could miss the crisscross mess guarding entry through that door.

“I see it.”

“We should probably go in there.”

I frowned, panic rising up into my throat. “No we shouldn’t. Why we would we go in there?”

“To see if there are any clues.”

“I’m sure the police got all the clues.”

“Just in case . . .” Koby turned the knob, his eyes on me. I knew if I said anything to try and stop him, it probably wouldn’t work.

I stood back and crossed my arms.

“Come on,” he said, ducking down. He stepped through one of the gaps in the tape. “If someone sees you standing out there, we’ll both be in trouble.” He held out a hand.

Trouble.

I was never one to be in trouble.

I smacked his hand away and held on to the frame of the door to help me balance as I stepped through.

“Look at that.”

He was already snooping. I turned and closed the door before I took a gander at what he was pointing out.

“His shoes,” I said. “Those are the ones he had on that day.”

“He took them off,” Koby said. “Just like they do at that Grace church.”

“What is that about?” I looked next to the shoes. There were no prayer rugs like there’d been at Grace. “Was he just in the habit of taking off his shoes?”

“And did the person who killed him know that?” Koby had gone over to the desk that was in the room, and he was bent over a big brown spot on the carpet. “That’s a coffee stain. And in the middle of it is a burn.”

I bent over next to Koby to get a closer look. “Is coffee a good conductor of electricity?” I asked, pulling out my phone and standing up.

Koby hunched his shoulders, but Siri and I were already on it. I clicked on a couple of links. “Seems like it might be,” I said, “but it’s made with tap water.”

“Which is filled with ions.” Koby got the connection.

“Yep,” I said. “So what? He spilled the coffee and stepped in it?”

“No.

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