Location: St. Mary's Catholic Church, Beaufort, SC

09: 32 am

It didn't take them long to find the much older looking guard, just outside the church premises. He was tall and looked pale as a ghost. His long silver hair was tied to a messy ponytail. They slowly walked to him but he barely noticed the visitors as he was engrossed in a prayer while he slowly raked away the fallen trees of the nearby willow tree.

Scully opened her mouth to introduce them to the old man but quickly gulped the words as Mulder sighed her to remain silent. His voice was merely a whisper, but they echoed with a haunting tone, with an unusual chill in their spine.

"Forgive me, my Lord, for I am a sinner…for I know there is no Saint without a past, no sinner without a future…let me cleanse their souls and bring them peace… They are sinners…"

It didn't take long for the old man to sense that he is not alone. He turned slowly with a haunting look in his x remarkably shiny eyes.

"Mr. Lucas…," Mulder hesitated for a moment.

"Its Henderson, Lucas Henderson" the old man responded promptly.

"Hi Mr. Henderson, I'm Fox Mulder and this is Dana Scully and we are with the FBI" Mulder's voice distracted the man with is silent prayer. "We would like to have a word with you…" there was no time for him to continue the rest as the mysterious looking guard disturbed him.

"I am a servant of my Lord agent Mulder, I have no time to spare but keep it short so I got no late for my duties" His words were merely a rough murmur.

"We are here investigating the Murder of the Goffmans. Are you familiar with any one of the victims Mr. Henderson?" Mulder stared directly at his haunting eyes.

"Well, I'm not a native here you know, but I do know what everybody else knows" His responses were prompt as he gazed at the faraway horizon.

"I see…Mr. Henderson… how long have you been here and what made you some and settle down in SC to serve in a church?"

"This is where life brought me Ma'am, the purpose of my life is to serve the Almighty." He glanced at the blue sky above them. "He calls me wherever he wants and then I just pack my wagon and let him lead." He glanced at a far corner down the church premises. There was a worn out wooden caravan parked under a cluster of giant trees. The caravan was barely visible and a faint light was inside like an evil glow within." He looked into her deep blue eyes. For some reason, she found herself trapped in his cold stare and the warm touch of Mulder's hand on hers brought her back to the present.

"Ok…that's it, Mr. Henderson…we truly appreciate your time" Mulder finished the conversation as he led Scully to their car.

"Lucas Henderson…I think we have some homework to do, don't ya Scully? Oh and of course we better pack our sleeping bags tonight…we have some SPY work!" Mulder's eyes were gleaming with excitement when they met with rather annoyed eyes of Scully.

"Oh Mulder, not on a Saturday night!" Scully sounded furious "Come on, it must be freezing cold here and you can just let the local PD to do whatever SPY work. Why do we have to get involved?"

"We need evidence Baby" Mulder's was teasing her, knowing that she is already pissed off. "Come on we need to get our hands dirty"

Scully set out a grumpy frown as she opened the car door.