CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Reverend Leland accompanied Calhoun and me across the church foyer to the front door. He hung back as we proceeded outside.
“My sincerest condolences, ladies.” In other words, bye.
“Would you happen to have a card?” I asked before the door closed.
I caught a ripple in his expression. Mild curiosity? Annoyance? “Sure,” he said. He produced a standard-issue business card holder from somewhere on his person and withdrew a plain business card. Almost as plain as his office.
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