Page 36 of In Her Prayers

She reached for the phone, hesitating above the keypad as though gathering strength.With a decisive press, she dialed Judge Marianne Purcell’s number, the beeps echoing slightly in the quiet room.

The line crackled thrice before a response came through.“Judge Purcell,” came the crisp, authoritative voice on the other end.

“Judge, it’s Sheriff Graves.”Jenna’s words spilled out, each one laced with the urgency of their situation.“We’ve uncovered something critical in our investigation of the bodies that were found at St.Michael’s Church.”

Jenna continued, succinctly laying out the sequence of events that had led them to this moment.She recounted how the ring that had been found walled in with a murder victim matched the graduation year of Trentville’s own piano tuner.“Larry Clark graduated from Purdue then, and no one else from that time has been linked to this town.”

A pause stretched out on the other end of the line, punctuated only by the low hum of static.When Judge Purcell finally spoke, her voice was laced with disbelief.“Larry Clark?Our Larry Clark?”she echoed, as if trying to reconcile the man she knew with the image Jenna had painted.“The man who tunes my piano twice a year?”

“I’m afraid so, Your Honor,’ Jenna said.“Larry Clark has had unrestricted access to St.Michael’s for decades.The man is practically part of the woodwork there.And he’s likely the only person from his graduating class who settled here.This isn’t just coincidence—it’s a pattern.”

Jenna paused, allowing the judge a moment to digest the information.

“Given his ties to the church and the unique identifier of the class ring,” Jenna concluded, “we believe we have sufficient grounds for both a search and arrest warrant for Mr.Clark.”

The line was quiet once more, and Jenna knew that behind that silence, the wheels of justice were beginning to turn.Jenna sat motionless, not even daring to glance at Jake as they awaited the judge’s decision.The silence stretched, taut as a wire, until finally, the judge’s voice broke through.

“I agree, Sheriff Graves,” said Judge Purcell, her tone decisive.“This evidence, while circumstantial, is compelling enough to warrant further investigation.I’ll have the warrants drawn up and faxed to your office within the next few minutes.”

“Thank you, Your Honor,” Jenna replied, her voice steady but laced with a relief that unfurled within her chest.She hung up the phone, its click resounding like a gavel in the quiet of her office.

She turned to Jake, whose expectant gaze met hers.“We’re a go.Let’s gather the team.”

Jake nodded, his expression solemn, understanding the gravity of their next steps.Without another word, Jenna reached for the intercom button.“Officers Barton, Tebbe, Reeves, Chen,” she called out, her voice echoing slightly through the speaker system.“Report to the briefing room immediately.Be ready to move.”

“What about Colonel Spelling?”Jake asked.“We should let him know about this development.”

“You’re right,” Jenna agreed, already dialing the Colonel’s number.

“Colonel Spelling, it’s Sheriff Graves,” Jenna said when he answered, her voice betrayed no hint of her fatigue.She relayed the connection they’d made, the slender thread tying Larry Clark, a man who had woven himself into the fabric of Trentville, to their case.She also said that they’d tentatively identified the earlier of the two bodies as Rachel Cavanaugh, who had disappeared in 1960.

On the other end of the line, the Colonel absorbed the information with the quiet focus typical of his military precision.“Good work, Sheriff,” he replied after a momentary pause that allowed for the gravity of the revelation to settle in the air between them.“Are your officers in need of assistance for the arrest?”

“I appreciate the offer, Colonel, but I think my team can handle it.We’ll keep you updated on any developments.”

As the line went dead, the fax machine stirred to life, churning out page after page.Jenna plucked the warrants from the tray, eyes scanning the legal jargon that Judge Purcell has authorized.Each word was a seal of approval, a permission slip to delve deeper into the underbelly of Trentville’s mystery.

She and Jake moved together out of her office and to the briefing room.The fluorescent lights cast an artificial glow on the faces of Officers Gary Barton, Rob Tebbe, Tom Reeves, and Sarah Chen.They sat with straight spines and focused expressions, ready for Jenna’s guidance and orders.

Jenna stood at the head of the table, her eyes methodically sweeping over the faces of her officers as she filled them in on the warrants and her intentions.It was also imperative to remind them of the delicacy required.

“Remember,” she told them, “Larry Clark has been a respected member of this community for decades.We need to handle this with sensitivity and professionalism.”She paused, ensuring she had their undivided attention.“Our goal is to bring him in for questioning and conduct a thorough search of his property.We’re not making any final assumptions about his guilt or innocence at this point.”

The four officers exchanged quick, uncertain glances before focusing their attention on their sheriff again.Then their nods came almost in unison, a nonverbal pact sealed among them.They would proceed with caution, but also with an unyielding pursuit of justice.

Jenna watched them, her emerald eyes reflecting their shared determination, tempered by the knowledge that every step they took from here on out could alter the fabric of their small town.This investigation had curled and twisted like the back roads of Genesius County, leading them to a suspect intertwined with the community’s identity.

“Prepare for a late night,” she told them.

The officers acknowledged the order with curt nods, their professional masks firmly in place as they braced themselves for what was to come.Jenna watched them for a moment, appreciating their readiness, before gesturing towards the door.

“Let’s move out,” she instructed, leading the way into the hushed corridors of the Genesius County Sheriff’s Building.

As they filed out, Jenna felt the weight of responsibility settle heavy on her shoulders.Her mind replayed memories of Larry’s kind demeanor against the stark backdrop of the evidence they’d uncovered.It was a discordant melody that she still couldn’t quite reconcile.

Larry Clark was more than a name on a list; he was a fixture in the lives of Trentville’s residents, including her own.He’d been part of her childhood soundtrack, tuning the Graves family piano with a meticulous ear for harmony.With a last glance at the now vacant seats of the briefing room, Jenna turned to leave, acutely aware of the paradox of her role—protector and disruptor, bound by duty to follow where the truth led, no matter how it might unravel the past.

Outside, the night air was thick with mid-July humidity, wrapping around Jenna like a warm, damp cloth.She breathed deeply, trying to calm the storm of thoughts swirling in her head.The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the streets of Trentville as Jenna and Jake made their way to her cruiser.Jenna slipped into the driver’s seat, the familiar grip of the steering wheel grounding her.Beside her, Jake settled into the passenger seat, his presence a quiet reassurance.

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