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Bea Oakley approached the doors of San Carlos Cathedral in Monterey. She had been thinking about last year’s murders and wanted to light a candle and say a prayer for Jimmy Williams, Frank Jacks and the Cardinal. She shuddered as she remembered finding the body of Cardinal Charles Barrows in the Cathedral’s crypt. Every time she went to Mass, she remembered him lying there, surrounded by blood. She hadn’t forgotten the murder of Frank Jacks, Jimmy Williams and the attempts on Detective Brad Evans that followed.
All that death over some old, forgotten, treasure. How could someone kill the Cardinal and two others? I still find it hard to believe that so much evil exists. Maybe I should say a prayer that the killer will find salvation in prison. Doesn’t it say something in the Bible about gaining the world and losing your soul? At least the killer didn’t get away with it and Brad is alright now. He was extremely lucky to have survived both a poisoning and knife wound. My brother is strong, but that was a lot for anybody. I don’t know what I would have done if he had died.
Brad Evans and Bea were twins and their bond was extremely close. They looked a lot alike and had grown even closer as life had thrown them challenges. They were both five feet ten inches tall and had the broad shoulders of former swimmers. Although they were in their forties now, they had kept active and healthy. It was a shock for Bea to see her healthy brother in the hospita
