4:00 p.m. Passion Ministry

“Rachel? Oscar? Hellooo, anybody here?”

Sheila blinked in disbelief. It was surreal. Equipment, papers, CDs lay scattered in bits. After a heart-throbbing moment, she stepped through the door. “Oh my...NO!”

A body sprawled in the middle of the floor.

Sheila gasped, managed two steps, then sputtered weakly, “Rachel?”

Rachel lay on her back. One outstretched hand clutched a piece of bloodied glass. A halo of scarlet glistened beneath her fair hair.

Bile soared up Sheila’s throat. One quick retch and she spewed an arc of vomit.