well?’ Saul pondered, sitting in silence for a moment. ‘That’s too much of a coincidence. Is this murderer man the link between them? Did he turn them into killers? Is Douglas Ettrick also a killer? Ennis, Mcfetrich and Ettrick. All into BDSM, two of them killers. I think we need to delve back into that world to investigate further. It’s the one place where we might find answers. But I doubt if anyone will be going to clubs in Edinburgh after ‘Sodom and Gomorrah’ was raided. How would you feel about going back into that world?’ Saul asked, looking over to Rebecca with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.
‘John,’ Rebecca started, noticing the awkwardness in his features, ‘there’s no need to feel uncomfortable talking about sex with me. I have no problems going back into that world, in fact, I’ve got a tingling just thinking about it. You, on the other hand, will need to ditch your prudishness pretty sharpish if you intend to go there. I can help you with that.’ she finished, teasing, running a hand along the inside of his thigh, all the way up to his groin.
Saul jumped, causing the car to swerve slightly as Rebecca squeezed his crotch, a flush of red flicking into his cheeks as he steadied it again. ‘I think you probably can, and I would welcome the opportunity to research with you. However, not driving down the A697 and definitely not with Jacob in the car. So, deliberately changing the subject entirely, how did your research go?’
‘Spoil sport.’ Rebecca taunted playfully, before continuing in a more sombre tone. ‘Sorry again about digging too deep and getting caught.’
‘No need to be sorry. There was always the chance they would be monitoring, that’s why I set you up to use the Wi-Fi from the apartment opposite. Hopefully digging that deep has found something useful?’ Saul asked, his features suddenly becoming sullen as they approached a side road off to the right.
‘I think I may have found a roundabout link between the Seymour family and Fallen Angels. An American puritan minister from the 17 th Century called Cotton Mather. Have you heard of him?’ Rebecca asked, noting Saul stare out over the fields to the right, distracted from the conversation. ‘Are you alright John?’ she queried, stroking fingers down his arm with affectionate concern.
Saul quickly looked back at the road ahead, then turned and smiled sadly at Rebecca. ‘What’s left of Featherstone Hall is just over those fields. The place Sarah died less than three weeks ago. Such a fucking pointless waste of life. I still can’t get my head around this Fallen Angels ethos about death. It just being a door to the next life, when you have done everything you want to with this one. I don’t think Sarah had done everything she wanted. Nor Michael, come to that. Do you think they truly understand the impact those deaths have had on us? Do you think they even care?’
‘I think perhaps that’s the point John. If you believe, as they do, that there is a door into another life after this one, then why would you even shed a single tear over someone dying? I think perhaps that is what they are trying to teach us.’
‘I get that, I just still don’t get why. What is so special about us, that the people we loved were expendable? You don’t need to answer that, it’s just me being me, and questioning. Sorry, you mentioned a name. Cotton Mather. American puritan minister. Wasn’t he involved in the Salem Witch Trials in some way?’ Saul asked as they approached Wooler, the sun setting just above the Cheviots.
‘Amongst a whole host of other things, yes. He also had an absolute conviction that fossilized leg and teeth bones found in 1705, near New York, were the remains of Nephilim, the offspring of Fallen Angels and humans.’ Rebecca answered with a tinge of excitement.
‘Okay.’ Saul answered, a thoughtful look
‘John,’ Rebecca started, noticing the awkwardness in his features, ‘there’s no need to feel uncomfortable talking about sex with me. I have no problems going back into that world, in fact, I’ve got a tingling just thinking about it. You, on the other hand, will need to ditch your prudishness pretty sharpish if you intend to go there. I can help you with that.’ she finished, teasing, running a hand along the inside of his thigh, all the way up to his groin.
Saul jumped, causing the car to swerve slightly as Rebecca squeezed his crotch, a flush of red flicking into his cheeks as he steadied it again. ‘I think you probably can, and I would welcome the opportunity to research with you. However, not driving down the A697 and definitely not with Jacob in the car. So, deliberately changing the subject entirely, how did your research go?’
‘Spoil sport.’ Rebecca taunted playfully, before continuing in a more sombre tone. ‘Sorry again about digging too deep and getting caught.’
‘No need to be sorry. There was always the chance they would be monitoring, that’s why I set you up to use the Wi-Fi from the apartment opposite. Hopefully digging that deep has found something useful?’ Saul asked, his features suddenly becoming sullen as they approached a side road off to the right.
‘I think I may have found a roundabout link between the Seymour family and Fallen Angels. An American puritan minister from the 17 th Century called Cotton Mather. Have you heard of him?’ Rebecca asked, noting Saul stare out over the fields to the right, distracted from the conversation. ‘Are you alright John?’ she queried, stroking fingers down his arm with affectionate concern.
Saul quickly looked back at the road ahead, then turned and smiled sadly at Rebecca. ‘What’s left of Featherstone Hall is just over those fields. The place Sarah died less than three weeks ago. Such a fucking pointless waste of life. I still can’t get my head around this Fallen Angels ethos about death. It just being a door to the next life, when you have done everything you want to with this one. I don’t think Sarah had done everything she wanted. Nor Michael, come to that. Do you think they truly understand the impact those deaths have had on us? Do you think they even care?’
‘I think perhaps that’s the point John. If you believe, as they do, that there is a door into another life after this one, then why would you even shed a single tear over someone dying? I think perhaps that is what they are trying to teach us.’
‘I get that, I just still don’t get why. What is so special about us, that the people we loved were expendable? You don’t need to answer that, it’s just me being me, and questioning. Sorry, you mentioned a name. Cotton Mather. American puritan minister. Wasn’t he involved in the Salem Witch Trials in some way?’ Saul asked as they approached Wooler, the sun setting just above the Cheviots.
‘Amongst a whole host of other things, yes. He also had an absolute conviction that fossilized leg and teeth bones found in 1705, near New York, were the remains of Nephilim, the offspring of Fallen Angels and humans.’ Rebecca answered with a tinge of excitement.
‘Okay.’ Saul answered, a thoughtful look
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