1:04 p.m. Passion Ministry

“Looks like the propane line was cut, Mr. Lavoie,” the fire marshal said. “Dr. Somerville was murdered.”

Oscar was at a loss for words.

“Heard the commotion about you Passion guys... and Dr. Somerville. Guess he coulda had a lot of enemies?”

Oscar snorted. “You don’t know the half of it.” His cell phone rang. “Excuse me,” he said. “Hullo? Oh, it’s you, Virginia. Take a hike!” He punched off.

“’Course,” continued the fire marshal, “there’ll be a security review, but everything seems pretty tight to me. Good chance’s it’s an inside job.”

“I know,” Oscar replied, remembering the terrified look on Rachel’s face. Holt was his man, he was certain. “Already on it.”