A week later, the Possession Crimes Unit finally got the most crucial evidence they had about Dianne's location.
"We've got a lead. A monastery outside the city. It's all adding up," Sycamore briskly walked to his desk, and his team gathered close. "There is one car parked in a corner near the unused warehouse. It had a black box. It was a cleaning van. Ran the plate through the database, and it's taken routes within our timeline."
He walked to the whiteboard and pinned one place. "This small church right here, and a monastery beside it."
The team exchanged uneasy glances. "Do we need a backup?" Cindy asked.
Sycamore's lips pressed into a thin line. "We don't get backups. It's just two priests and God. If He exists. Now, gear up."
The team dispersed quickly. Cindy moved to the gear lockers, her movements certain as she double-checked her equipment. Kit tightened his bulletproof vest, second-guessing every gear he was putting on.
