Rain pelted against the church windows. Detective Morris checked his leather watch. Blood dripped onto marble floor tiles. The body lay perfectly still now. Candles flickered in sacred darkness below. Thunder crackled through the night sky. Someone had murdered Father James Thompson. His throat was cleanly cut open. The altar boys found him dead. Rosary beads scattered across the ground. Police tape marked the crime scene. Morris knelt beside the corpse. Something was clutched in his hand. A note revealed one final message. The killer was still watching them.