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of the best police chiefs that Oyster Ridge had known in its history. That was the reason he had been at his post for the last 20 years.
     
    “Of course I remember the story of Bobby Warren. Hell, I was just figuring out how to be Chief back then but that became quite the sensationalist piece. Sort of a stone in my new career. They had reporters from every county in the state out here taking pictures of our scenery and local townsfolk. Nothin’ ever came of nothin’ though. We figured it wasn’t the dad on account of him being seen drinking till the early morning the night that his son went missin’. Damn shame for those folks. Damn shame.” And with that, the chief settled back into his oversized faux leather chair to once again fix his gaze on the two women disrupting his office.
     
    Kelly let loose a frustrated growl and grabbed her long brown hair in a dramatic display as she paced the small office. Rita could see they were loosing the war but couldn’t ignore the feeling that what Kelly was saying was completely correct. Something about these two instances begged for connection, for attention to be paid. Suddenly it occurred to her.
     
    “Wait a minute.” She whirled her chair around and grabbed her friends shoulder so hard it made Kelly wince.
    “Kelly you’re Catholic. What day is November 2 nd ?”
     
    “Um, how the heck should I know? I haven’t practiced in years.” She let out a bitter nervous laugh.
     
    “Come on, just think about it?”
     
    “All Saints Day I think.”
     
    “Right and what is the point of All Saints Day? Isn’t that the day that celebrates the faithful?”
     
    Kelly stopped pacing the office and stared at her friend in disbelief. “No, well yes sort of. All Saints Day is when we begin a period of purification and enlightenment. There are three celebrations known as the ‘scrutinies’ when we purge ourselves and open the heart for the purer faith.”
     
    As she finished, she turned to see Chief Merrels staring at her with a look of disdainful interest. “What are you? The church choir?” he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
     
    Kelly blushed, her pale skin turning red to the roots of her hair. “No, I mean, I went to church with Mom before she died but that was it. Don’t you remember how fanatic she was about all the celebrations?”
     
    Indeed, everyone in Oyster Bay remember Margaret Reiss, the overzealous widow who had convinced the entire town to ban the selling of sweets and liquors for the Lent season ten years back. She had died in a car accident involving a seasonal tourist who was inexperienced to the winding roads entering Oyster Ridge. In her will she had stipulated a funeral with the strictest adherence to a traditional catholic mass lasting 4 hours. The townspeople had struggled through it without so much as a whimper, but still made miserly jokes behind Kelly’s back. Shortly after her mother’s death Kelly had moved back, dropping out of university to become the town’s librarian and running joke. Kelly handled it with resigned grace, fully acknowledging to all who cared to make a comment that her mother had gone to truly biblical extents towards the end of her life.
     
    Chief Merrels glanced slowly from Rita to Kelly and back. As he stared his eyebrows seemed to furrow deeper and deeper towards his eyes. He let out a grunt of a resignation and pulled the ancient book towards him. “Alright, tell me what you think is going on.”
    Rita took a deep breath. Since the entire idea had been Kelly’s she had taken the back seat. But now, seeing the state of tension her friend was in she decided to take over with the explanation. She quickly but thoroughly summarized what they had found in the press records and tied in the most recent killings to finish with “…and we think they are all connected. The first appeared as accidents but maybe whoever is responsible for this is getting bored with it. Or maybe they are getting bolder. You know