Walk Through the Valley (Psalm 23 Mysteries)

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Author: Debbie Viguié
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of it was pooled on the floor underneath her.
    Crouched above her was a man in a dark suit. There was blood on his hands. He jerked his head up as Cindy gasped. She took a hasty step backward and shouted for help even as she realized that the man who was staring up at her was Henry White.
     
     

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    Jeremiah was in a foul mood and he realized that coming to the synagogue might have been a tactical mistake. There had been some kind of event going on next door at the church and some of the cars had spilled over into the synagogue’s parking lot. Other than that, though, there didn’t seem to be anyone at the synagogue itself. That was a good thing, because he realized he was likely to tear the head off the first person he came across whether they deserved it or not.
    How had everything gone so wrong? He had anticipated a number of different reactions from Cindy, played scenarios endlessly in his head for hours before she got to his house. He hadn’t planned for what had actually happened and he was still reeling from the fight. His carefully ordered world was in complete chaos.
    Like it or not, Cindy had gotten under his skin, pierced his armor. That was the only reason he had lost his temper. He had been hurt and angry and more than a little frightened of what he was feeling. A sworn enemy could have taunted and tortured him for hours and never caused him to lose control as he did from just a few choice words from her.
    The sound of scores of car engines starting up pierced the darkness of his thoughts. Whatever was happening next door it must be breaking up. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead into his hands. He tried to pray or think and didn’t have much luck with either. At last everything seemed to quiet down outside. Quiet was good. He needed some quiet to think, regain his equilibrium.
    A couple of minutes passed and the walls felt like they were closing in on him. He knew it was just because he was feeling trapped. What is it they say? Between a rock and a hard place.
    He got up to leave, locking the door behind him. Hopefully some fresh air would help speed up the process. Once in the parking lot he noticed that there were only a handful of cars still parked in the two parking lots. He froze when he recognized one of them as Cindy’s.
    What was she doing here?
    He stood for a moment, debating whether or not to go look for her. He really didn’t want to continue their conversation in public. He wasn’t sure though if waiting much longer would do either of them any good, though. He stood, unable to decide what to do.
    In the distance he heard sirens and he shook himself. He turned and started to walk back toward home. He definitely couldn’t continue this with her in public and at the moment he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to control what he said when he saw her. He was even less sure of what she might say.
    He registered that the sirens were getting louder and that there were multiple vehicles. Some accident somewhere maybe?
    He had gone another dozen steps when he realized that the sirens were practically right on top of him. He turned just in time to see two police cars chasing an ambulance into the church parking lot.
    A feeling of dread filled him. Cindy. Had something happened to her? He watched as the vehicles came to a stop. Paramedics and officers rushed toward the open church gate.
    Jeremiah sprinted forward, praying that nothing had happened to her. As he neared the church gate he could tell that all the activity seemed to be happening just inside it.
    He had almost reached the gate when a uniformed officer he didn’t recognize stepped in front of him and held up a hand. “Hold it right there, sir. This is a crime scene, I need you to back up.”
    “I can’t, you don’t understand. My...friend is in there.”
    “I’m sorry, you’re going to have to wait back here.”
    “I have to know if she’s okay. She’s a young woman, brown hair.”
    The officer grimaced briefly

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