He laughed.
Clearly, someone was feeling better if he was busting Corbin’s ass and the man wasn’t even there.
That was for sure.
“On it,” he said. “Don’t feel guilty about Corbin helping us before. He’s a grown adult, and his man will keep him safe.”
That wasn’t a lie.
“Okay, handsome,” Gene said, as he pulled back onto the road, and they kept driving.
The car was silent for a few minutes, until Ethan found what Gene was interested in.
“Okay, I’m back on the website. There are hyperlinks hidden all over the page. If you roll your mouse over them, they reveal things.”
Cute.
If you weren’t an investigator who chased cuckoos who got into shit like that and killed people for their Lord, Satan—or whoever they worshipped.
That was a rodeo Gene never liked.
“Anyway,” Ethan said, scrolling and checking the hyperlinks, “it’s a bar with religious undercurrents, but not just Voodoo,” he said. “A lot of the things in there are Catholic. Oh, look. You should feel at home in there.”
He laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
“Uh, I’m comfortable at a place of worship, but not at that kind of a church. Is it legitimately in an old stone church?” he asked, seeing the pictures.
Ethan nodded.
“Yeah, and they definitely renovated the inside. They kept the stained glass window of Lucifer falling from Heaven, and the altar area is now the bar. That’s gotta be wrong in some religion,” he joked.
Gene knew it was.
In his.
“I’m going to pretend it’s all a gimmick, so I don’t get possessed or whatever shit is going on around there.”
Blackhawk snorted.
“Oh, no, don’t get possessed, so I have to tie you to the bed and shove a sacred item in your ass to chase away the demons.”
Gene looked over at him.
“Why do I want that to happen? What’s wrong with me?”
Ethan just shook his head.
And kept going through the pictures.
“Oh, look. It’s spooky inside, but not like we normally encounter. Nope. I stand on my original assessment. This isn’t going to be tied to it. This killer is trying to point us away from the obvious. We just need to stay focused.”
He hoped he was right.
“How do you know?”
