She’d repeated the sentence about twenty times. She tried again. ‘The devil knows where the secrets are hidden.’ It didn’t help. She’d reached the point where the words were a meaningless jumble of sounds. ‘I got nothing!’ Jess called, her voice echoing off the high ceiling and marble floors. She’d been circling the interior of the church, checking for hiding places. Somewhere in this draughty, gargoyle-filled old building was the key they needed to defeat the demon. ‘I’ve spent hours looking,’ Luke commented. ‘Pretty much all day. I even crawled around on my hands and knees, feeling for loose stones. They always hide things under loose stones in the movies.’ He set down the old minister’s journal and stood up from the pew next to Eve. ‘But that doesn’t mean I didn’t miss something.’ He stared up at the ceiling. ‘I didn’t check up there. But I’d need some kind of scaffolding to get high enough.’ ‘I feel like my brain has been exfoliated,’ Eve complained.
