They hurried halfway down the main aisle, genuflecting before they entered a pew. As the Saturday-evening Mass began, Vin was thinking of his only daughter. For the last two days, he’d been turning to the Internet, trying to find out all he could about what was happening at Elysium. On Friday there’d been dozens of articles as newspapers around the country had run the Los Angeles Times front-page story. Today the L.A. Times had carried a much smaller piece. Vin understood, as a former cop himself, that the information provided by the police on the murder investigation was scanty. Whatever leads law enforcement had were not being shared with the press. He took off his gloves and blew on his hands to warm them. He said a silent prayer for Robert and Zara and the baby that was growing, cell by cell, inside his daughter-in-law. So much could go wrong. Please, God, let my first grandchild be born strong and healthy. As Vin stared up at the priest, a memory flashed through his mind.
