Chapter 37
“I didn’t know Prodromos was a woman,” Deppy said, her high-pitched voice echoing in the church.
“I assumed it was a man at first, when I told you about his messages,” I said, sitting on the pews. My face was in a perfect bulldog impersonation, cheeks dripping on the sides.
“What do we do?” Billy said, rubbing the back of his head, towering over the body.
We were in a large church at another part of the city. Prodromos, her body, was lying under the cross in the middle section of the church. Her face was pale, contorted into a horrid mask of fear.
She was dead.
A few of the candleholders were knocked over. The carpet was ruffled in the end. Other than that, it was peaceful.
We had located the church with the help of Deppy. I had no clue of half the things she had said, bu
