Page 98 of Stolen Faith
Juliette would do it if she had to. She’d make Izabel supervise as Rowan forced a woman’s head underwater, even if it meant damaging their mental health, because she needed answers.
Juliette went back to the couch and touched Devon’s shoulder.
He rose and went to sit in TiffaniGrace’s empty chair, turning it to face Jonah. “Listen, we both know the Trinity Masters had nothing to do with your wife’s murder.”
Jonah said nothing.
“You found out, somehow, about us, and made that a part of your narrative around your wife’s death. I don’t know why, but you did.”
Jonah looked at the bathroom door. TiffaniGrace was loudly praying. Clearly her head wasn’t in the tub yet.
“You then told your daughter about us. Blamed us.” Devon shook his head. “Honestly, I wouldn’t have a problem with it. Blame us all you want, make her believe it too.” Devon leaned forward. “But she told that idiot Barry. You didn’t expect that and didn’t expect him to spend all your money hiring people to kidnap us.”
Jonah’s expression morphed into a grimace.
“All of this is Barry’s fault,” Devon said. “You didn’t sanction it or want it.”
Jonah shook his head. “My daughter can do better than him.”
“Wait, wait!” TiffaniGrace was begging in the bathroom. It was a marked change from the condemnations and prayers of a moment ago. Whatever Rowan was doing was working. “I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you everything I know!”
“Bring her out,” Juliette called toward the bathroom.
Rowan hauled TiffaniGrace into the bathroom doorway. The ends of her blonde hair were wet, but her face was dry.
“Barry hired Black Arrow to help him take and hold the sinners.” The words poured out of TiffaniGrace.
Devon looked at Juliette and smiled. Relief flooded her. Devon rose and returned to his seat. As he passed Juliette, he murmured, “We can put pressure on Black Arrow.”
TiffaniGrace was still going.
“I g-gave him church money because it was all for the glory of God. We needed them as proof, to show people what evil looked like. It was for you too, Daddy. You were meant to lead this country out of the darkness!”
“Tell me, specifically, how you found out about the Trinity Masters,” Juliette said. The question was really for Morgan, but she didn’t look away from TiffaniGrace. She wanted the older man to remember that she could, and would, hurt his daughter.
TiffaniGrace tried to straighten, but Rowan yanked on her bound hands, forcing her to bend down almost like she was bowing. TiffaniGrace raised her head—the position had to hurt her neck—and glared at Juliette. Anger overrode her fear in that moment.
“My mother was a member. You tempted her to do evil, but she was strong and turned back to the light. She was going to expose you all… And then you killed her.”
Chapter Twenty
Franco stared at his hands, laced loosely together and dangling between his knees.
Someone grabbed his wrist, shook it until his fingers detangled, then forced a cup of tea into his hand. He’d drunk more tea in the past few days than he had in the whole of the rest of his life.
Franco looked up at Colum, nodded his thanks, and took a sip. The tea was hot, creamy, and a little sweet.
Colum took a seat beside him. “Sure, but it wouldn’t hurt you to have a shower.”
Franco took another sip. “Are you saying I smell?”
“I could say that you’ll feel better for being clean.”
“But I smell?”
“You do.”
Franco let out a soft laugh and looked around. It was quiet in the hotel suite now. Before, it had been a hub of activity. But now, the acting Grand Master—located a very safe distance from the danger in Boston, thanks to being five thousand miles away on Oahu—was up and running. Rose and Lachlan were both there with her, with Selene Tanaka. Sebastian was still here with Franco, and Lachlan had assigned both individuals and teams to continue searching for Juliette, Devon, Izabel, Rowan, and Brennon.