(Continued)

Yes! Thank God Almighty I would be free at last of this sartorial straitjacket, not to mention the grinding organ noise. Just as soon as the Rev. Botay arrived, the vows would be exchanged, the blessing bestowed, and we’d all be outta there and off to the reception at Hog Heaven.

So, okay … where was she? Minutes passed as we all looked nervously at each other. Okay, I know I said all weddings have snags, but enough was enough. I’m an investigator, after all. I set off to investigate.

Now, you know that when you’re looking for someone they’re always in the last place you look. (Naturally – why would you keep looking after you found them?) But always wasn’t the case here. I found the good reverend in the first place I looked, her office. And I found her good and dead.

The poor woman was crumpled behind her desk, her violet and white vestments flowing about her petite body. Her skull was smashed in, her black hair matted with blood. And the murder weapon was right next to her, also covered with blood. A big metal organ pipe. No wonder that monstrosity was emanating those blood-curdling screeches.