Chapter 116
INT. - RICHARDS HOUSE - MORNING
The moment Gerri walked into the tiny living room in the Richards's home, two things were made absolutely clear to her. One, the mother was the most religious of the two. And, there was no way she was going to convince either of them their son's mental illness was anything but demonic possession.
The first came from her initial glimpse at Maria Richards who clutched her rosary and muttered Hail Marys to herself over and over again. She must have stalled there in her prayer cycle from what Gerri could tell, while the detective's eyes took in the multitude of images of Catholicism. A huge cross hung on the wall over the small television set almost as a counterpoint to the giant poster of Mary hanging over the couch where the pair sat.
The second came when Edward Richards opened his mouth.