“When we gave Robertson the slip in the church, he must’ve been angry. But why he decided to take it out on the building, I don’t know.” “Two cars are on the way to St. Bart’s, no sirens. They might even be there now. But vandalism—that doesn’t measure up to the horrors you said he’s going to commit.” “No, sir. Not close. And there’s less than three hours till August fifteenth.” “If we can park his butt in jail overnight for vandalism, we’ll have an excuse to poke around in his life. Maybe that’ll give us a chance to figure out the bigger thing he’s up to.”
