"They found the bodies in the ruins of the church, two boys and a man. Their bellies had been carved out and slapped over the pulpit and grave slabs like strawberry pie.
Nate crouched, memorizing the striation of blood and mustard colored fat. “Look at this,” he said; “Brian, come here, look at this.”
Brian was on the phone with 911, pacing frantically outside the burned ribs of the dead church. “What the fuck, they said you have to get out of there. It’s a crime scene, you’re gonna get us in trouble.”
“Look at this- they cut out their guts in the shape of an upside down cross.” Nate whistled through his teeth. “Happy fucking Easter...”
This is a wild soul-book