The room was eerily quiet. The tick of the hands moving on the wall clock was the only sound at one point. A few members of the group were rocking back and forth in their chairs. They weren’t the only ones getting agitated. Moffett was pacing around the group of people, looking at his watch and then at the big clock hanging on the wall. Nic could tell they were all starting to get wound tight.
Suddenly, the church organ played a few notes and spooked everyone as a hymn came to life.
Choir practice.
Barely able to see through her swollen left eye, Nic needed some ice as soon as possible to keep the swelling from closing it completely shut. However, time wasn’t on her side. Even a bathroom break where she could wash the blood that had dripped down her face would help.
She watched as Moff
