The Saturday night service didn’t draw near the worshipers Sunday morning did, but this uniquely scheduled time allowed people like her who worked on Sundays to honor God.Tiana released Danika’s hand. “Mommy, why are you shaking?”Danika willed her body to relax and put aside the memory of Rita’s limp and crimson form. Murdered. And for what purpose? Would the word why be permanently engraved in her heart for the deaths stalking her? She’d seen dead bodies before; it often came with the job. Except this time, Danika had formed a bond with a young woman who had trusted her. And Danika had failed her.“I feel sad, and I need God to help me feel better.”“I’m sorry, Mommy. When I ask Jesus for a daddy, I’ll ask Him to make you happy.”“Thank you.” Right now she needed a few crimes solved, not another man in her life.Danika’s mind focused on this morning at the hospital. Fortunately a volunteer had seen the young man pushing the medicine cart down the hall—the same cart that was found abandoned in the hallway.The police did not blame Danika.
