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Defying the ravaging pain coursing through his leg, Virgil stepped out of the shadows, hobbled as fast as he could, reached the landing, opened the door to Communion Hall, and stepped inside.
ââBout time you got here. Prophet was just askinâ where youâd gotten to.â
The booming voice took him by surprise, made him jump. Reisa Stone, his closest friend, stood in the doorway to the dining hall. Shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows and holding a roasting pan, Stone all but absorbed the light attempting to peer out from behind him. He was a mountain of a man, nearly three hundred pounds, with a bodybuilderâs physique and a Hells Angels temperament. Tattoos adorned both arms from his wrists to his neck. His round, wire-rimmed glasses balanced precariously on the bridge of his nose, and a grey beard cascaded to the middle of his generous stomach. Over the years, Virgil had come to know and respect the man under the colorful mosaic and found him to be a dependable friend, an honest man, and a deeply devoted follower of the ways of the Brethren. However, in the dim candlelight of the vestibule, his hands adorned by gaily flowered oven mitts and sporting a pink and blue cotton apron with frilly lace trim, Reisa Stone looked as menacing as a biker at a country bake off.
âSomeoneâs all dolled up for the prom,â Virgil teased. âDid you remember to shave your legs?â
âVery funny,â Reisa replied uncomfortably. âWhile youâve been out for a stroll, the rest of us have been makinâ dinner.â
The aroma of the roast Stone held in his hands reminded Virgil how hungry he was. âSmells good,â Virgil said. He lifted the roaster lid and peeked inside.
âIt should,â Reisa replied. âItâs been simmering for the last few hours. What took ya anyway? Fallonâs been runninâ around here, doing a head count, gettinâ on everybodyâs nerves. Damn little weasel.â
âFallon gets on everyoneâs nerves, Reisa,â Virgil replied. âWhat do you mean, doing a head count?â
âItâs probably nothing. I overheard him talkinâ to Prophet, saying somethinâ about suspectinâ an intruder on the grounds. Said he thought he heard somethinâ out back of the workshop earlier. Whatever it is, itâs got him wound up tighter than the strings on my old Gibson. Heâs been walkinâ around puffed up bigger than a rooster in a henhouse, checking everybody out.â Stone shook his head. âNever did like that little guy. Too weaselly for me. Even looks like a little weasel if ya ask me with that long, skinny face and spindly little toothpick body of his. All heâs missinâ is a tail. Like I said, just plain⊠weaselly.â
âFallonâs never topped my list of favorite people either,â Virgil replied. âBut I wouldnât worry about it. Heâs probably overreacting, as usual. I didnât see anyone out there.â
âI suppose youâre right.â Reisa shrugged. âWell, donât just stand there like youâre expectinâ me to set the table for ya too. Sky and Blessing are inside.â
Safe.
Thank God.
âTheyâve been waitinâ for ya for the past half-hour, so get a move on. By the way, you hurt your leg or somethinâ?â
âNo,â Virgil lied. âWhy do you say that?â
Reisa gestured to Virgilâs wounded leg. âYou got a spot on your jeans, just below your knee. Lookâs like ya cut yourself. Anyway, hurry up. While weâre standinâ around here yappinâ my pot roastâs gettinâ cold.â
Virgil looked down, checked his jeans. I shouldnât have pushed it, he thought. Too much pressure coming up the steps. He touched the spot of blood with his finger.
Warm.
Damp.
Spreading.
âDaddy!â Blessingâs tiny voice trumpeted across the room. She ran to greet her father and nearly collided with Reisa.
âWhoa! Slow down there, little darlinâ!â Reisa laughed. He spun sharply to his left, deftly avoiding Blessingâs enthusiastic charge.
âHi angel,â Virgil said. âHowâs my best girl?â
âFine, Daddy,â Blessing replied. âI was worried about you.â
âYou were? Why would such a pretty little girl like you be worried about me?â
âI asked Mommy where you were. She said she didnât know. How come youâre late?â
âI had a little accident, princess. Nothing important.â
âAn accident?â Blessing paused. âDid you wet the bed?â
Virgil tried not to laugh. âNo, honey. I just fell. Now Iâve got a boo-boo on my leg.â
âYuck!â Blessing exclaimed sourly. âI hate boo-boos. Does it hurt?â
âAs a matter of fact, it does hurt a little.â
âIâll go tell Mommy youâre here.â
Across the room, Sky set out the cutlery on the long banquet table. She smiled and waved.
âYou do that, angel. Tell Mommy I want to talk to her right away.â
Too late. Blessing was already off and running.
âQuite a girl, isnât she?â
Virgil turned. Fallon stood behind him.
âDo you always sneak up on people?â Virgil asked.
Fallonâs tone was disingenuous. âForgive me. I apologize if I startled you. I was just coming from the downstairs storeroom. Thought Iâd take a last look around before dinner.â
âLook around?â Virgil said. âFor what?â
âOh, thatâs right,â Fallon said. âYou werenât here. I guess you wouldn't know.â
âWouldnât know what, Fallon? Stop talking in circles.â
âMy, my, my,â Fallon exclaimed. âArenât we touchy. You seem nervous, Mr. Lutt. Is something bothering you? Anything youâd care to talk about? Confession is good for the soul, you know.â
âItâs been a long day, Fallon. You should know. You were with me.â
âYes, I was. Until the last hour.â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âIt means that within that brief period of time I believe someone has compromised our property.â
âCompromised?â
âYes, compromised. As in broke in. Trespassed. Accessed without permission.â Fallon paused, assessed Virgil. âAm I speaking in a manner you are having difficulty comprehending? I can slow my speech if you like. Use smaller, less intimidating words.â
âDonât insult my intelligence, Fallon. I know exactly what you mean. What are you rambling on about?â
âI heard a commotion earlier. When I investigated the
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