In seconds, Miller had Evan’s arms pinned behind his back, the sharp clack-clack of steel handcuffs snapping shut.

Celeste was backed against a pew, her hands covering her mouth, her eyes wide with a feral, trapped terror.

She looked toward the heavy oak doors, calculating her escape, but two uniformed officers had already stepped inside, blocking the exit.

“Play it, Arthur,” I commanded, ignoring the gasps and frantic murmurs of the crowd.

Mr. Halden pressed a button on the control panel.

For a moment, there was only the soft, ambient hiss of digital static washing over the speakers.

And then, a sound that made my knees threaten to buckle.