𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐰

2 | father

"Hello?"

A woman answered the phone, her voice soft and feminine.

"Hello. My name is Celia Collins. I read your article on the recent murders. I'm one of the detectives on the case."

She hears her gasp through the phone, "Wow. This is amazing. Is there anyway I can get an interview with you? I would love to know more."

Celia hums, "I'm available now. But I want you to tell me everything you know, especially how you found out the details of the case."

"Yes. Yes of course. We can meet at the coffee shop by the church. You can't miss it."

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Celia followed the girl's instructions, heading to the big church practically in the middle of the town. It overlooked everything and was taller than all the other buildings around it.

She walks into the small coffee shop, the smell of pastries and, of course, coffee, hitting her nose.

There was only one person in there, a nun.

She figured her girl hadn't shown up yet, that was until the nun raised her head up, her eyes locking onto Celia's before she smiled.

She waves her hand, and she walks over to her confused. Was this who was reporting on these murders?

She stands up quickly, a smile plastered across her face, "My name is Sister Megan. Please, have a seat."

"The last person I would have expected to be writing about murder and gore was a nun."

She giggles innocently, shrugging, "I've always been interested in it."

Celia nods slowly, a little skeptical. Especially since she knew so much more than the public.

"Can you tell me a little bit about the case?"

"Not until you tell me where you're getting your intel. I know the details of this case haven't all been released to the public."

"The church," She admits.

Celia squints her eyes, drawing her brow close, "... The church?"

"Yes... Father Charlie. He knows a lot about it. The church knows all."

Celia's gaze softens, "I want to meet him."

The nun nods rapidly, "Of course, Detective. But you promised a little info on the case?"

She nods, "Right. Of course."

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Celia followed her into the huge church, her eyes scanning up and down the rows of seats before she notices a man at the altar. He was younger than she had imagined.

Only a couple of people sat in the rows, their gaze either forward or toward their lap as they clasped their hands together and whispered prayers.

"You must be the Mrs. Collins I keep hearing about!" The man yells, his voice echoing off the walls of the church. The other patrons were unbothered.

She answers him once she gets close enough to use an inside voice, "You must be Father..."

"Charlie."