"Ben! Are you OK? Can you hear me? Ben?" Drew called out as he banged on the confessional doors and pulled on the handles.
The first three opened effortlessly and their interiors proved empty. In response to his inquiries as he pulled at the door handle, Drew heard muffled sounds coming from behind the fourth ornate door.
The handle wouldn't budge. Drew knew his ID badge would be useless. In addition to the scanner, the confessional door also had a lock protected by a numeric keypad.
"I need something heavy," Drew mumbled as he glanced around the chapel. On each side of the altar stood a vintage solid golden candleholder that had to be at least two feet tall, not counting the extra length from the candle placed in it. Perfect!
Drew removed the candle and tossed it aside. He fo
