We quickly crossed the room to the outer sacristy door. I knew that beyond lay the east churchyard, the one without tombstones, and a flagstone path leading to the rectory where her uncle lived. This door also was locked. From within the sacristy, the lock could be released without a key. I gripped the thumb-turn…but hesitated. Perhaps we had not heard or seen Robertson enter the nave from the narthex for the simple reason that he’d never come into the front of the church after I had glimpsed him ascending the steps. And perhaps, anticipating that we would try to flee from the back of the
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