He knew the list. It was all old business. Didn’t matter. He was missing something, he was certain, and when he discovered what…Names suddenly blurred before his eyes.Disillusioned people, most of them young, looking for something meaningful in life, thinking they had found it. All had moved on.One of the young men was in a Catholic seminary in Tennessee.Many had moved out of state.He rubbed his temples, thinking back to the visits he had made to Bordon all those years ago. A young woman had answered the door. Cary Smith. They’d already checked her out. She’d moved to Seattle, married a guy who worked for a fish plant, and now had two children. At the time, he was certain, she had believed she was serving a prophet, a man who intended to make the world a better place by distributing food to those in desperate need.Then there was John Mast, Bordon’s right-hand man. He’d gone down for fraud, as well. He would have been high on the list of suspects.But he was dead.Jake closed the file.Don’t get obsessed, he reminded himself.
