Needless to say I was in foul humor when I arrived at the Reading United Methodist Church. I huddled inside my coat, the chill air only getting colder, not typical for mid-December. I scowled at the front door, knowing I was supposed to be getting married tomorrow and that instead I was investigating a murder while now once again embroiled in a blame/fear/anger cycle surrounding the missing newspaperwoman I called my friend.
As I headed inside, the heavy door thudding shut behind me, I immediately spotted suspicious behavior in the whispered arguing of none other than Katelyn Isaac and Dominic Twigg. Unfortunately, the two of them were having their little hissing conversation in the foyer of the church so I missed out on the chance to eavesdrop, though from the guilty expression on the choir master's face and the dissatisfaction and frustration on the young woman's, it wasn't unfolding to either of their satisfaction.