"Let me guess," Deacon began with small twitch of his lips. "Sherlock Holmes? Agatha Christie? You ought to give one of these a chance." He held up the book still clutched in his hand. "See how far writing has come since the good old days of mystery novels. Besides, I would think you'd be an expert at all of this by now." He waved briefly toward the spiritual books. "Why read about what you're already suppose to know?"