Speaker 1: It was the summer of nine seventy two. Local librarian
Speaker 1: Jet Cassidy hurried across the street and up the church
Speaker 1: steps under the cover of darkness. It was nearly two
Speaker 1: o'clock in the morning, and the streets had long since
Speaker 1: cleared of potential witnesses. Tucked under his coat, he had gloves,
Speaker 1: a flashlight, a pistol, and a small piece of paper
Speaker 1: that was going to change his entire life. The church
Speaker 1: doors were always open to the public, no matter the
Speaker 1: visitor's intentions. Jet slipped inside and strode quickly across the room.
Speaker 1: The girls he had overheard in the library had been
Speaker 1: specific tucked in the corner where they thought no one
Speaker 1: was listening. They said the secret that would grant its
Speaker 1: seeker untold riches would be located somewhere up high, and
Speaker 1: there was nothing higher and older than the chandelier. Taking
Speaker 1: a moment to listen to make sure the church was
Speaker 1: truly empty, Jet went up past the altar, farther than
Speaker 1: he'd ever gone as a member of the congregation. He
Speaker 1: followed a short hallway to the stairs that led to
Speaker 1: the double balconies, one for more congregation seating space for
Speaker 1: funerals and weddings, and the last a prayer sanctuary frequented
Speaker 1: only by the pastor himself. The third floor was a
Speaker 1: small space, the slanted roof tilting in so sharply he
Speaker 1: was almost too tall to stand. Across from him at
Speaker 1: face height was the chandelier. Jet had never seen the
Speaker 1: fixture this close before. It was dark this high up.
Speaker 1: The wide stained glass windows on the first or provided
Speaker 1: very little moonlight to see by. Jet took out his
Speaker 1: flashlight and shined it at the chandelier, his eyes picking
Speaker 1: over the intricate brass fixture, one filigree at a time. There,
Speaker 1: near the center, wrapped around the stem of a decorative leaf,
Speaker 1: was a small, tightly curled piece of paper tied to
Speaker 1: the twig with wire. The paper seemed to be wrapped
Speaker 1: around something, something shiny. Jet looked down at the pews
Speaker 1: forty ft below him, then back at the chandelier. Hanging
Speaker 1: eight feet away from the edge of the balcony. Leaning
Speaker 1: against the wall was the candle snuffer the church staff
Speaker 1: used to put out the candles. All he needed was
Speaker 1: to pull the light fixture closer to the balcony edge
Speaker 1: and the treasure would be his. The next morning, the
Speaker 1: steward opened the church doors to find Jet Cassidy's broken
Speaker 1: body smashed across the tops of the pews. His blood
Speaker 1: was sprayed across three floors in a pinwheeling arc that
Speaker 1: dashed the balconies, entrance and altar in biohazard. The chandelier
Speaker 1: was shattered on the ground around him, The candle snuffer
Speaker 1: still hooked on its base after Jet's fatal grab. It
Speaker 1: took them three days to scrub the gore from the stone.
Speaker 1: What no one realized was that the secret that had
Speaker 1: cost Jet Cassidy his life was already gone. Mere minutes
Speaker 1: after the librarian had fallen to his death, the clever
Speaker 1: girls he had tried to steal from crept into the church.
Speaker 1: Together they had managed to pluck the paper and the
Speaker 1: object wrapped inside from the chandelier, exiting again with no
Speaker 1: one The wiser m