For His Name's Sake (Psalm 23 Mysteries) by Debbie Viguié Page A

a fairy tale.”
    “How do you know?”
    “Because I just do,” Cindy said, putting as much conviction into the words as she could. “When Mark gets here we’ll show this to him. Maybe it’s just the clue he needs to run this guy down.”
    “You think so?” Geanie asked.
    No, she didn’t, but she wasn’t about to say that to Geanie. “Absolutely. This guy has slipped up and we’re going to catch him and put him away forever. The only one who won’t be getting a happy ending is him. Why, I bet by tonight he’s behind bars.”
    She put her arm around Geanie and steered her toward the kitchen. Some hot tea might be good for both of them.
    “I hope so,” Geanie breathed. “All my family arrives tomorrow and I don’t know what I’ll do if this is still going on.”
    Cindy winced having forgotten about Geanie’s parents and her cousin. She believed there were some other relatives, too, but they were staying at a hotel. Her parents and cousin had been supposed to stay with them at their house. Which meant that now they’d be staying here, too. Right in the line of fire along with the rest of them.
    Cindy was on the verge of suggesting that maybe they should send them to a hotel, too, but quickly changed her mind. Geanie was exhibiting some classic symptoms of shock and she didn’t need to be trying to make a decision like that at the moment. When the guys got back and Mark arrived then she could bring it up and they’d all decide together what to do. In this case five heads were certainly better than two.
     
    Mark was feeling more than a little unsettled as he stared at the reports in his hand. The stolen car that had nearly run down Geanie and Cindy had been gone over with a fine tooth comb and revealed nothing. Absolutely nothing. Whoever had wiped down the inside hadn’t left a fingerprint, a strand of hair, anything. That took patience, attention to detail, and more knowledge of forensics than most people had. Given that nobody had witnessed anything when the car was stolen, and its tinted front window made it impossible for traffic cameras to get a good glimpse inside, the car was a complete dead end.
    The report on the bridal shop was even worse. It had been a bomb, apparently a highly sophisticated one, that had taken out the store. Even trying to read the write up on it made his head hurt and his eyes cross.
    Something was fishy about this whole thing. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t just some ordinary guy. Nor was he a low level thug. What he was pulling off took specialized skills, training. It was only through shear dumb luck, or possibly the grace of God, that Geanie was still alive.
    What kind of beef could someone capable of these things have with Joseph, though? It made no sense. It was possible that whoever was after Geanie had just been hired by whoever wanted her dead. A hired assassin. That was the last thing any of them needed in their lives.
    Liam came in looking so cheerful that Mark had a desire to punch him. He restrained himself, though, and instead handed him the reports. Liam skimmed them then looked up.
    “See if you can get information out of someone, anyone, about killers that have used that kind of bomb,” he said.
    Liam raised an eyebrow. “You think someone hired this guy?”
    “I’m thinking that’s the best theory at the moment. I’m going to work on figuring out who might have hired him and I want you to work on figuring out who he might be. If we can catch either person, we can put an end to all this.”
    He had a sudden, horrific flashback to the whole Green Pastures mess. There it hadn’t been enough to capture the man behind the assassins. In the end Mark had risked everything he was, everything he had, to beat the truth out of that man only to find there was no way to contact the killers to call everything off. A shiver went up his spine and he felt sick inside. Why was it that in his life, in his entire career, there was one horrific moment, one terrible