"Who?" Farrah asked, her stomach tightening. She prayed it wasn't her mother. That would totally drive her over the edge.
Mr. Bailey wiped his face, struggling to steady his voice. "It's Reverend Franklin and his wife. They were attacked this evening on their way home from the church. Their children were left alive." His jaw clenched. "They killed a great man."
"Sorry, sir," Cara murmured, absorbing the news. Her mind raced, trying to piece together who could have done this. It can't be Joana. They had agreed she would wait two more days before taking any action against the Reverend. His death came at the worst possible time, especially since Cara had just gathered a wealth of scandalous dirt on him.
[What are you going to do now?]
'Expose him anyway. Dead or alive, people need to know the kind of dirtbag he was, especially Farrah's father, who worships him blindly.'
[Do you think Joana did this?]