title: Non-Prophet Murders: A Grit and Grace Mystery
author:  Becky Wooley 
description: 'By consciously selecting Christian protagonists, Becky Wooley takes us on a sacred quest to root out some of the evil that keeps God's reconciling work incomplete. The solution exposes corruption so that those who fight for good can right their world. The journey might be rough for some of us on the inside, but the destination is worth the buffeting, because there's no doubt about it no one can critique the faithful like a true believer. Expect to be informed, amused, edified, and healed.' --William David Spencer, from the Foreword<br /><br />'Non-Prophet Murders is a page-turner . . . I couldn't put the book down. I found the plot exceptionally engaging all the way to the last page. It's an excellent read!' --John J. Wright, Cardinal Drive Church of Christ, Rolling Meadows, Illinoise<br /><br />'In Non-Prophet Murders, Becky Wooley writes with the passion of one who has seen counterfeit faith up close and personal and knows the wineskin shattering liberation only God's grace can give.' --John Armistead, author of Legacy of Vengeance, A Homecoming for Murder, and Cruel as the Grave.
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  # The Silence of the Lambsr
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # The Silence of the Lambsr
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The Silence of the Lambsr
  
  
  To the memory of my father.
  
  
  If after the manner of men I have fought with beasts at Ephesus, what
  advantage hit me, if the dead rise not?
  
  
  Corinthians
  
  
  Need I look upon a death's head in a ring, that have one in my face?
  
  
  John Donne, “Devotions”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # The Silence of the Lambsr
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## CHAPTER 1
  
  
  Behavioral Science, the FBI section that deals with serial murder, is on the
  bottom floor of the Acad?emy building at Quantico, halfburied in the earth.
  Clarice Starling reached it flushed after a fast walk from Hogan's Alley on
  the firing range. She had grass in her hair and grass stains on her FBI
  Academy windbreaker from diving to the ground under fire in an arrest prob?lem
  on the range.
  
  
  No one was in the outer office, so she fluffed briefly by her reflection in
  the glass doors. She knew she could look all right without primping. Her hands
  smelled of g