I'm Andrea Canning, and this is one of the strangest stories I've reported on.

I couldn't believe some of the things I heard surrounding the forbidden romance at the center of this case.

Sexual relations on a parking deck, a suspicious trip for orange juice at the Piggly Wiggly,

and even cold French fries that believe it or not became a critical clue in a murder investigation.

It was a, what will they say to me next, kind of episode?

And the title of this date line, it says it all.

Here's even the devil went to church.

Out here in rural, sweet home Alabama, where churches outnumber streetlights.

Faith is a way of life.

I grew up in the church. Everyone that I knew went to church.

Sunday sermons, Wednesday services, church picnics.

Faith is a huge part and always has been a huge part of southern life.

It's how the people of Morris, a small town outside of Birmingham,

come together to celebrate life and the word.

The values are integrated into every bit of southern society.

So when salacious rumors involving a church started swirling,

the god-fearing folks who live here hoped the whispers weren't true,

but they had to wonder.

Even the devil went to church.

And on a cold February night in 2015,

the truth began to emerge.

Police Department, I just got home and walked in the front door,

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