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Chapter One Anderson Heights Baptist Church December 5th 3:30 A.M. "Why don't murderers work normal hours like the rest of us?" Louie Vega climbed the steps of the old church. The cold and damp did not agree with him. At fifty-two, he was still tall, muscled and strong but the chill made his bones ache. He pushed the graying black hair out of his eyes. Louie hated being woke up out of a sound sleep for a stiff. "If they did," Scott chuckled. "Our jobs wouldn't be so glamorous." Scott Nolan...