Chapter 37

Good Friday, April 2, 3:20 p.m. Passion Ministry

“Hey… what happened here?” he asked.

“Glad you came, Oscar,” replied Brendan. “Place’s been wrecked. Just trying to figure out who did it.”

Harry stood silently behind a door. Hand over Rachel’s mouth.

Oscar scanned the chaos. “Got an idea. Not sure why he’d do it but...” Oscar picked up a chipped CD. “Seems personal.”

“Who’ve you got in mind?”

“Guy named Harold Holt.”

“Middle-aged dude, bright blue eyes?”

“Sounds like him.” Oscar glanced into the sound room, tapped on the glass. “Anything stolen?”

Harry’s grip strengthened, nearly crushing Rachel’s jaw.

“Follow me, Sherlock,” Brendan ordered, crunching to the door. “This can wait. Think I know where this Harry guy is.”