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    Church Blood
    Church Blood
    Church Blood
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    Church Blood

    By Robert C. Waggoner

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    An assassin, hired by a group of untouchables, publicizes the horrific deeds of pedophiles under the guise of clergymen. Three former detectives are thrown together to assist in stopping the slaughter of clergymen. In addition, our three heroes are, with the help of some Latinos, able to put a halt to the abduction of young runaways that are abused and never returned.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRobert C. Waggoner
    Release dateMay 2, 2012
    ISBN9781476237756
    Church Blood
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    Robert C. Waggoner

    I now reside in the USA in Eastern Oregon. Due to health reasons, I don't write much anymore. I'll continue with a few short stories and all will be free to my readers. I'm privileged to have had thousands of readers download my stories. I thank you all. Happy reading and sure hope you have and will enjoy my writing. Robert [Bob] Waggoner

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      Church Blood - Robert C. Waggoner

      Church Blood

      Robert C. Waggoner

      Copyright by Robert C. Waggoner 2012

      Smashwords Edition

      Novella

      R. C. Waggoner

      2012

      Church Blood

      Death Waits at the Church

      Chapter I

      It was close to the witching hour, as he stood in the shadows of the big maple tree watching the front door of the church. As soon as the light went out over the door he would make his move. This was not a well made plan, but more of a spur of the moment thing. He realized if he was normal, he’d never think of committing the murder that was about to unfold.

      The light went out and Steve Langley moved quickly and quietly to the side door where Pastor Luke would emerge very soon. As if on cue, Pastor Luke came out, closed the door and turned to lock it. As soon as he turned, Steve buried his Rambo knife in Pastor Luke’s back perfectly centered to reach the heart.

      Letting Pastor Luke down gently, as if to not hurt him, Steve pulled out the knife rolled him over and deftly castrated him. The message was clear: this man was a child molester hiding behind a white collar.

      Pastor Luke was found the next morning by Beatrice [Bee] Woods who volunteered her services to clean and dust after Sunday night’s service on Mondays. She was found crumpled on the ground having determined the good Pastor Luke was murdered. She might have withstood the murder, but having taken a closer look between his legs, saw all of his private parts were missing. That was too much for her to stomach and she feinted dead away.

      A passer by noticed the two bodies lying near the side door of the church and rightfully called 911 on his cell.

      Detective Moss Adams, a true veteran on the city police force, stood about ten feet away staring at the murder victim. It wasn’t because he was afraid of viewing the body, but it was just his style to not be so close he couldn’t see the forest from the trees. His partner, Stu Williams, was due to retire at the end of this year. As a matter of fact, both should retire. However, the chief always convinced both to stay on for another year. His excuse was the new detectives were long on book learning, but short on common sense. Homicide took a special person to find a killer and that wasn’t something you developed over night.

      Moss carefully watched his partner Stu examine the body. At the same time, he scanned the crowd to see if any suspicious looking person was watching the police work. He saw nothing out of the ordinary. Stu walked up and said, Same MO Moss as the other two victims. I really doubt this is a copycat, but the real deal. This Perp has a real hard on for preachers. No pun intended. Moss knew Stu wasn’t trying to be funny, it just happened to come out that way.

      Moss looked at his silver haired partner who had a clear drip of cold weather snot hanging on the end of his nose. Moss reached up subconsciously to wipe his nose hoping Stu would take the hint. However, with a full moustache, Stu would let the drip fall where it may and at some point in time, he would wipe his nose and what lie underneath it with a clean handkerchief, complements of his ever faithful wife, which Moss envied.

      Moss had married young and, sadly, she died young. Now pushing the hard side of his fifth decade, he rather doubted marriage was in his future. He wasn’t a bad looking man, as a matter of fact, some said he was rather handsome in an old fashion way. Except for a little paunch, he was still rather well built on a solid six foot frame. Stu, on the other hand was rail thin and had a little of the Napoleon Syndrome.

      Moss said, with his hands buried in his overcoat pockets, Stu, we really need some help on this case. Three clergymen murdered and defiled have brought the city fathers looking for someone’s head to blame the lack of a suspect on. We have virtually nothing to go on. This killer always walks on the sidewalk and never leaves a footprint.

      Stu peeled off his latex gloves, dug out his handkerchief, wiped his nose then his gave his moustache a nice cleaning while staring off at the medical examiner car arriving. You know Moss, you and I’ve been doing this crap for so many years its not even funny anymore, not to suggest, humorous, but we really need to catch a break and like in the past, one will come along. We just need to work harder is all.

      Moss followed, with his grey eyes, the medical examiner as she made her way forcefully through the ever increasing crowd of on lookers. Hot on her tail was the cities number one investigative reporter, Miles Milner. Miles took every opportunity to further his position by following the medical examiner through the police tapes as if he were her assistant. Moss smiled as he and Miles were long time friends. In the beginning that was truly not the case as Moss resented his every present interference. But over the years, a common ground was discovered and a relationship blossomed.

      A uniformed policeman looked at Moss for permission to let Miles through the tape, Moss nodded and Miles, breathless, hurried to the side of the two detectives. Miles looked up at Moss as if to see if there was any promising lead, but when Moss shook his head, no conversation resulted. All three waited in silence for the medical examiner to finish her business.

      Moss looked up at the cloud laden sky so grey it matched both his mood and eyes. For November, it was unusually cold with a threat of snow it seemed to him. He wondered, what is the killer doing about now?

      ***

      Steve was holed up in a low rent district at a hotel that rented rooms by the month. He was watching an old black and white rerun of Amos and Andy while lying on the saggy bed. On his chest a laptop rested waiting for him to turn it on. He closed his eyes and went into dream land.

      Two hours later his cell phone vibrated in his pocket waking him up. Without a lot of effort he dug out the phone and placed it his ear knowing full well who was calling. The caller asked, Did you do your job Steve? I don’t see anything on the news about any recent homicide. You didn’t get cold feet, now did you?

      Steve hated the gravely voice. Obviously it was altered to not resemble the actual voice, not that Steve really cared one way or the other. Steve said, Of course I did my job. It’s not my fault the media has not run the story. Maybe the next one I’ll drag to the newspaper’s front door. Now I’m waiting for the bag man to bring me a sack full of green. Also, the next one is going to cost more as the stakes are being raised one by one.

      Heavy breathing could be heard and then a voice said, We’ll increase twenty percent and the next contract is waiting on your computer for attention.

      Steve put the cell away in his pocket and booted up his laptop. Opening up

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