The woman began walking toward the church. I peered upward at Sterling’s expression, knowing that going inside the church and speaking to this woman wasn’t what he wanted.

“Maybe she can help,” I whispered.

“I don’t like this.” His deep tone left little room for rebuttal.

I let go of his hand. “Then stay with Patrick. I’ll go in alone.”

“Hell no,” he growled, retrieving my hand as we walked past Patrick and the black ...