My cell phone rang, and I wasn’t surprised to hear Chief Porter’s voice. “Son, the sacristy at St. Bart’s gives new meaning to the word trashed. Someone went purely berserk in there.” “Robertson.” “I’m sure you’re right. You always are. It was probably him. But he was gone by the time my men reached the church. You haven’t seen him again?” “We’re sort of hiding out here but…no, not a sign of him.”
