That night, Cassian drank for the first time—and drank so much that, by morning, he felt like his insides were rebelling and his head throbbed as if he'd been kicked by a horse. He swore to himself that he wouldn't drink again after that experience.
It had been four days since then, and Alix had confirmed that the paintings' age matched the dates of the murders. They'd been searching for the artist, asking questions around town, but had found nothing so far. However, there was some progress in tracking down the families' relatives and old friends.
These acquaintances revealed that the families had cut ties when they began visiting a certain church. To Cassian's surprise, it turned out that these families had been attending this church for years. But no one knew its exact location—just that it was outside the city, in a one of nearby village, close enough that people could travel there and back within half a day.
