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Love Me or Else The True Story of A Devoted Pastor, A Fatal Jealousy, and The Murder That Rocked A Small Town
Love Me or Else The True Story of A Devoted Pastor, A Fatal Jealousy, and The Murder That Rocked A Small Town
love me or else
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CHAPTER 1
always here. Judy hadn’t yet met the new secretary, Megan,
who was hired a few days ago. Maybe she’s here somewhere,
she thought.
Judy grabbed her cleaning supplies from the closet down
the hall and went back downstairs to the church office. No-
body was behind the desk, so Judy started walking toward
the cubbyhole of file cabinets in the corner of the room.
“Megan?” Judy called, tilting her head to see if anybody
was in the corner. “Megan, are you back there?”
As she passed the corner of the desk, Judy froze as some-
thing caught her eye. Crumpled behind the desk lay the body
of a woman, her legs folded at the knees, her head and upper
body curled forward, pointing toward the ceiling.
There was a great deal of blood. The woman’s head was
soaked in a crimson puddle, strands of her long brown hair
flowing outward in all directions. Judy looked at the wom-
an’s chest and found it motionless. Then her eyes drifted to
the wound on the right side of the woman’s head.
Judy’s thoughts immediately turned to her many hours
spent watching CSI: Crime Scene Investigation on television.
Don’t touch the body, she thought.
She froze. What if the person who did this was still in the
church? Oh my God, she thought. Somebody could kill me.
Judy grabbed the cordless phone sitting on the desk and
ran outside. Fumbling with it, she dialed 911.
“911, where is the emergency?” an operator said.
Judy screamed into the phone: a primal, fearful sound that
was impossible to decipher. The operator tried to calm her
down and instructed her to stop screaming, calming Judy
long enough to find out the address she was calling from.
“Okay, what’s the problem?” the operator asked.
“There’s a girl murdered in our office!” Judy said, her voice
loud, nearly hysterical.
“There’s a girl what?” the operator asked.
“Murdered!” Judy shouted back, breathing long, panicked
breaths.
“Ma’am, listen, calm down,” the operator said. “What do
you mean? What’s wrong with her?”
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