The closer she crept the clearer the scene became. A group of people was gathered there in the clearing surrounding the fire, the carcass of a small animal stretched across it between two forked sticks. Inspector Hershey could see that a woman was crying, her hands covering her face and her body convulsing in spasms. She refused to look at the meal cooking in front of her, a small pig sizzling to a greasy crispness as it crackled in the searing heat of the hot coals. The Lord wants us to eat pig.
Flesh is evil.
I'm not touching it. With that he dipped his hands into a bowl of what looked like blood and he smeared his face with it. Inspector Hershey asked herself. Suddenly a scream erupted into the night. A woman fell, her body crashing into the fire, the pale green of the scrap of lycra she barely wore crackling and melting as her flesh began to roast beside the pig.