The parking lot of the Diamond Cathedral was about a quarter full. Inside the church, people - mostly women - were everywhere.
A man wearing a name badge that said simply ‘John’ stopped her in the hallway. “Something I can help you find, officer?”
“Sheriff.” Mel didn’t elaborate further. “I’m looking for a woman that may have been on a retreat that ended this morning.”
“You’ll have to be more specific, Sheriff. We have thousands of members.” He smiled a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“How many of them women that would have gone on that retreat?”
“Oh. I see. Only a few dozen or so...capacity, you understand. Who were you seeking?”
“Jennifer Coventry.”
His face was a mask that showed no reaction. He thought for a second and then shook his head slightly. “Don’t think I saw her
