Chapter 11
Will stared at his laptop, knowing he needed to finish writing his sermon for the next day, and finding neither the inspiration nor the inclination to do so. How in the world was he supposed to concentrate on such a thing when he had absolutely no idea what was happening to Rosemary? Michael had counseled patience, but Will knew he was desperately short of that much-lauded virtue at the moment.
Still, he’d already missed enough work as it was. Unless some emergency intervened, he was expected to put in a full day on Sunday — service in the morning, as well as overseeing the harvest potluck scheduled for the afternoon. Explaining that his new girlfriend had been kidnapped by part-demons and spirited away to Greencastle, Indiana, probably wouldn’t go over very well, even if it w
