Page 95 of Magnetic God

As if you’d let anyone forget Isa and the heir she carries.

HA. HA.

Get to the fucking point before I turn off my phone.

Cranky. I heard it gets like that in the third trimester.

Brooks…

I need you to look into someone. Jeremiah Sullivan.

New recruit or personal?

Personal.

Got it. Give me an hour.

An hour? Shit, you’re slipping, old man.

Fuck off.

An hour later on the dot, my phone dings.

Ace

Got the info. Looking for anything in particular?

Any shady dealings or skeletons that can be used against him?

Tons of stuff.

Are you alone?

Kinky.

I swear to god…

I’m dialing him before he can send another message.

“I’m assuming you’ve found something good since you asked if I was alone.”

“Depends on what you consider good.” He pauses. “Pastor Jeremiah Sullivan is a piece of shit. How people like that manage to get by without getting caught is beyond me.”

“I need you to be more specific.”

“Large amounts of money mysteriously vanish from the church funds regularly. Meanwhile, he’s driving a vehicle that costs more than most people make in a year.” He continues, “He’s associated with like-minded men that are just as vile.”

I hum. “That’s good, but not what I’m looking for.”

“He’s abusing his wife.” There’s a long pause that has me sitting forward. “I can’t say for sure, but I think he’s gotten physical with Hannah in the past.”

“Explain.”

“She went to the ER a few months after her mother married him. Had some suspicious injuries. A nurse questioned it, but nothing ever came out of it because of his status. She was nine.”

I grip the phone so tight that I’m surprised it doesn’t crack.

“He hit her?”

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