“Coffee, now!” Muffin bellowed.
A distinct crash resonated through the building, followed by a high-pitched girly scream from Frankie.
I dashed through the chapel and out the front door to the taxi. Flinging the back door open, I jumped in.
“The police station, quickly,” I said.
“I thought I’d have to come in and find you. You’re running up a big meter,” he said as he pulled out of the chapel’s parking lot.
I glanced at the meter and gulped. He was right. I’d be able to pay for the ride to the police station, but I was stranded after that. I’d think about it later. Right now, I had a blob that held a secret in my hands. I didn’t care what the secret was. I just wanted it far away from me.
I counted the money in my purse and watched the meter tick its way higher and higher. By the tim
