Crime Scene 3 - part 2

He noticed a piece of paper on the center of the man's chest.

He put on a pair of plastic gloves and picked it up with a tweezer.

On a blind piece of paper torn from a notebook, where the words

"We fear nothing."

"You Disgusting......."

Sartre moved his voice to an extreme whisper.

"You convinced them to offer their souls to the dreaming ones. This was a morninglight cult operation. "

"Marquardt did this." said Sartre in a whisper.

"Let me in there, one of my best theologians and Bible students is in there! Natasha Boyer."

"We can't let you go in there pastor Duane." Yelled the county sheriff.

"I'm going in there even if I have to push past you and get a simple assault charge. My best theologian and best member of my congregation is in there." The pastor screamed.

Hearing the commotion, Sartre disposed of the gloves, and placed the note and a safe evidence bag, he placed the evidence bag in a backpack that he placed around his shoulders.

Going outside as the rain began to trickle down on the evening.

He looked towards the pastor who seemed to be in his 40s.

"You... You know, you all know what's out there.

"I've never met you before, but I can tell you're an FBI agent.

You let the sheriff take his hands off me."

"God knows things... God knows things are happening Agent Sartre... I've never met you before but I know your name. Red Blue and Green Meet. " The pastor would continue.

Sartre looked puzzled.

The pastor said,

as he produced a smile and a look of horror that was shared between the two men and soon to be shared between all three factions.

"The power of three will set you free." said the pastor.

To Be Continued.