“King James Bible.”
“Are you going to start preaching to us now?”
“Naw, it’ll wait. I’ll tell you about it in the car. Are we ready to rock?”
“Actually, I’m heading to Hillsboro and you’re headed to Granny White with Marcus. Can you call me on the cell and tell me about it while we ride over?”
“No problem.”
Taylor looked at Price, who gave them a thumbs up, then addressed the entire squad.
“Keep in touch, and I mean really keep in touch. No heroics here today, kids. If you find the Gates girl, call everyone in to that location. If she’s alive, we can go from there. You find this Gabriel Lucas, and you get him whatever way you have to. Am I clear?”
Taylor was surprised, but tried not to show it. “We have clearance to use deadly force if necessary?”
“Yes. Now, let’s go. Lincoln, you ready?”
“Sure thing.” He gathered up his vest. “LT? Be good, girl!” He gave her a brief hug. There were back slaps and high fives. They all knew the case was going down tonight.
The excitement was building in her chest. She was getting pumped, ready to roll, ready to save Jill Gates. She just hoped Jill was at one of the three addresses.
“Okay guys, let’s go catch us a bad guy.”
They made their way into the parking lots. Patrol cars paraded like ants along Third Avenue. Taylor got in her car and rolled down the window as Fitz climbed into the passenger seat.
Baldwin leaned in her window for a brief moment. He looked her straight in the eyes. “Just so we’re clear? No worries, okay. I’m up for this.”
Taylor felt her body melt. “Baldwin, I wouldn’t let you go out if I didn’t think you were. Now get in that car with Marcus, watch his back, and call me on the cell. I want to hear your theory.”
She leaned out the window, kissed him full on the mouth, and heard cheers and honks from the cars around her. She just smiled, put the car in gear, shot them the bird out her window and peeled out of the lot. Man, it felt good to be back.
Sixty-Nine
Taylor was trying not to kill any of Nashville’s finest citizens as she drove toward Green Hills. She concentrated on the road, had her cell phone on speaker, listening to Baldwin explain why he’d rushed off in search of a Bible.
“It was something that jerk-off Royce at Vanderbilt said. Lucas told him he’d had a revelation. It got me thinking about the prayer breakfast Lucas had gone to, the one where Father Xavier spoke? I called over there and asked what the topic was. Get this. It was basically a modern day interpretation of the Apocalypse. All of the problems the world is having. The war on terror, the religious fanaticism driving suicide bombers…he was sermonizing that if we all came back into the church it would all end.”
“Yeah, like that’s going to happen. I know it sounds naive, but I’ve never been able to understand why we all can’t just get along.” She smiled at him through the darkness. “Really, I don’t get it. All religions have a God. Buddha, Krishna, Mohammad, Christ. Everyone is praying to something they think has control or worships a word that represents what they believe in. Can’t they see that everyone, regardless of what religion they call themselves, is looking for that spiritual meaning? Does it really have to be so complicated? We all want to think that something is out there giving us strength and guidance. Who cares what you call Him? Sorry, I don’t mean to get on my soapbox. It’s only all the things I see, everyday, could be wiped out entirely if we’d only accept people’s differences, instead of attacking them for it.”
“No problem, preach away. I’d love to discuss it further, because you make an excellent point. But let’s get back to the Apocalypse.”
“Yes, let’s. So the world is going to end in a fiery crash, huh?”
“Perhaps. This sounds crazy, this is what I think Lucas is up to. Shelby Kincaid. Jordan Blake. Mary Margaret de Rossi. Father Francis Xavier. Tammy Boxer, known as Mona Lisa. These are our victims, right?”
“Right. Don’t forget Jill.”
“I’m not, I just don’t think she’s dead. I think she’s holding the key to all of this.”
Taylor turned onto Hillsboro Road. “You better hurry it up, I’m going to be at the address in less than ten minutes.”
“Okay, let me back up. The Dean at Vandy said Lucas kept telling him that he’d had a ‘revelation.’”
“I’m not following you, Baldwin.”
“The Book of Revelation. It’s about the Apocalypse. Look at the aconite. All the victims were given aconite. We agreed that they were being sacrificed, right? He was giving them the aconite to purify them, to allow them passage into the next world in preparation for his apocalypse. Follow?”
Fitz’s cell phone rang, and she asked Baldwin to hold on a minute while he answered so she could hear the news. “Fitz here. Hey, Sam. Really? Okay, I’ll tell her. Yeah, we will.” He hung up the phone and picked up the police radio.