Chapter Sixteen
Week One
I thrust the chalice into my cloth bag and sidestepped back to the church door I had easily opened with a credit card moments ago. As I stepped out into the night, complimenting myself on how easily this had gone, I felt the cold barrel of a pistol against my neck.
“Well, what have we here?” asked a weathered old man as a scrawny red-head pushed the gun harder into my neck. He said his name was Reverend Kramer. He had white hair, a pointed nose, and a raspy voice. I looked around frantically.
“Don’t even think of running. Elektra here is a good shot.”
“Yah, make my day,” said the skinny girl, looking to be about nineteen.
The old man held out his hand for the bag and examined the silver chalice. “Why did you break into my church and steal this?”
“It was a d
