The old Methodist Church faced the road and the main entrance opened up to a small parking lot. It was a wood frame building, little more than a chapel with a couple of extra rooms tacked on. The last time Reece saw Chet, he was running towards the church building. Now, as he looked that direction, Chet was nowhere to be seen. It’s possible the church w…
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