down in her lap feeling surreal, like maybe she was in one of those crime movies or something. She wished she had not even been put in this position.
Joy watched her father take his place in the pulpit. "Church, the Lord God is really speaking to us today. He's directing our steps. Leading us down the right path. The path of righteousness."
Joy leaned up on the edge of her seat, all ears. She wanted God to speak to her. She needed Him to point the way. Give her a way out.
Suddenly a hand was on her shoulder. She turned to see Cole, Autumn's friend, standing there in a double-breasted suit and smiling down at her.
"I thought that was you Joy," he said. A beautiful little girl in a purple and pink dress sat beside him, swinging her legs.
"Hi Cole, nice to see you." She touched his hand as he sat directly behind them. She wondered if it was sign from God. The fact that he was her, in church just when she was debating on what to do. He was an officer. Actually a homicide detective. He would be the one to talk to.
"Who's that?" Ricky asked. She detected a bit of jealousy in his tone.
"Autumn's friend."
"A whacko case like her got some dude sniffing? Dog must not know the real deal about her," Ricky whispered.
"Ssssh." Joy folded her hands in her kap, trying to pay attention. It had been obvious that everybody had known about Autumn but her. She had to. After the final amen and service was over. Joy was immediately swamped by people including the annoying Betina Andrews who kept trying to get Joy to join the church