Whether it was the answer Anna expected or not, there was no denying that something had just shattered the early morning stillness with all the charm of an air raid siren. Something loud, frightening and complete with an eighty-two-piece orchestra.
something“What the hell is that?” Kip stumbled from his room, holding his head, which throbbed in rhythm to the music.
“Some lady’s singing,” Anna said. “Really loud.”
“That’s no lady,” Kip groaned. “That’s Ethel Merman.”
“There’s no business like show business like no business I know!” the voice blared from the hemorrhaging speakers of the SpectraSonic CDX-7000A, but the more Father Salazar fumbled for the “stop” button, the louder the singing became. His hand was shaking so badly he landed on the “search” button by mistake and, before he k
