A Christian Suspense Mystery
THE
SCRIPTURE
IN THE
DEAD MAN'S HAND
Rain hammered the stained-glass windows of New
Covenant Church. Lightning flashed above Winston-Salem, illuminating the empty sanctuary in sudden bursts of blue- white light. Between each flash, darkness swallowed the pews again.
Deacon Samuel Reed stood alone near the altar. At
seventy-one, he had survived illness, grief, and the slow
burial of friends. Yet the footsteps moving through the
hallway behind the sanctuary made him feel like a
frightened child. They were slow and deliberate. Whoever
was coming was not trying to hide