Ian arrived at the church shortly before 9 a.m., carrying a leather pouch with a ruler and some basic tools. He only planned to measure and lay out what the minister wanted, not actually start construction. He went inside, but didn’t see Abigail or the minister, only soldiers in the rooms adjacent to the altar. He looked over the church, the location where the minister wanted the additional pew not obvious and went outside to wait.
He worried about Abigail and wanted to make sure she was safe. She had left the ribbon on her window sash, but never came to the Northeast Square. He assumed something had gone wrong, but he didn’t know how serious it was.
He sat on a bench by the entrance, watching pedestrians pass down the alley that led to Second St., enjoying a brisk October morning. Two B
