He could hear Kennedy’s breathing behind him. They stepped up and past the altar, heading for the door in the back corner of the church. The door was dark, and the ancient wood creaked as Chris gently nudged it open. His torch intruded into the gloom beyond. ‘What is this place?’ Kennedy asked. ‘I came through here earlier with Reilly.’ ‘The vestry.’ Chris followed the beam of light into the small room. It had a dry, musty smell, the scent of old air, scurrying mice and thick layers of dust overlaid with disinfectant. The white painted walls were bare except for a heavy wooden crucifix on the far end. There was a small table in one corner with a sturdy wooden chair, and a recess half covered by a faded velvet curtain. ‘This is where the priest gets changed before the service,’ explained Chris, ‘like his little office at church.’  He looked sideways at Kennedy. ‘Clearly you were never an altar boy.’ Kennedy chuckled.
What do You think about Inferno (CSI Reilly Steel #2) (2012)?
