On his way home Adrian reconsidered his own beliefs.
It seemed more logical that a soul would evolve through many various lifetimes than the Christian belief that the soul has only one chance at life which determines its eternity in heaven or hell. There were many things wrong with the Christian concept that he had never considered before. What about the children born lame or blind or the millions born into poverty or the ghettos with little chance of learning good from evil? What about the millions of criminals who suffered child abuse or who had a mental illness? Adrian had personal experience with these unfortunate souls. Even the worst serial killers were usually psychotic. Christianity fails to answer the question, why?” But the main thing on his mind was Becky Williams who claimed to be Cameron Summers. Could her memories help to break the case of the Crucifixion Killer?” If there was the slightest chance, he was obligated to pursue it.
Later that night, Gordon Rigsby picked Vivian up at her apartment in Georgetown and took her to the Gallery Terrace Café, only six blocks from her house, where he had several of his paintings displayed on the restaurant’s walls. They walked the distance hand-in-hand. Vivian carried her pistol in a leather purse draped across her chest from left to right so that it hung where she could draw it fast should the necessity arise.