He’d taken the time he’d normally have spent checking NCIC for the stolen weapons to do as Keller had suggested and check out this Church of Elohim. What he’d seen had amused him at first, then angered him, then made him almost physically ill. He recalled a quote his Uncle Leonard used to use, something from one of Unc’s favorite movies, “White folks get stranger all the time.”The sound of a vehicle pulling up outside startled him out of his reverie. He got up and went to the door. The Sheriff’s white Escalade was parked at the curb. Castle frowned as he saw another, unfamiliar vehicle pull in and park behind. The frown deepened as he saw a man in what looked like military fatigues without insignia and a soft flat-topped patrol cap. He’d just been looking at the man’s picture online. It was Walker, the man who called himself “The Sword Arm of the Lord.” There were two men with him—both dressed in khaki pants and black T-shirts. One was long haired, with a bushy beard.
