Murder at the Flower Shop by P Thompson

Author:P Thompson [Thompson, P]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-22T16:00:00+00:00

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Tonya’s funeral was to be at one o’clock at the African Methodist Episcopal Church. After a quick briefing with the sheriff, Bo, Bubba, and I, along with a team of off-duty officers, headed out. They had debated on whether to wear uniforms or plain clothes, so half wore uniforms and half didn’t. The uniforms went on to the gravesite and the rest of us went to the church. We searched the church for anything that might go bang or boom and then stationed ourselves at all the doors in the church. Bo, Bubba, and I took the big double doors at the front of the church. The pastor had asked that we not show our weapons while in his church. We understood and kept them inside our jackets. I decide to forgo the shoulder harness for a sticky one I kept in the front of my pants just under my jacket.

By one o’clock the small church was packed to the rafters. The music started out soulful, but by the time the choir was singing the place was jumping. Nothing happened at the church so we figured one down and one to go, more or less. The cemetery was covered in snow all but around the gravesite. Friends stood and the family sat on cold folding chairs, facing a casket and a hole in the ground. I took note of where the officers were located, both plain clothed and uniformed. After Ms. Miller was seated I came by to see if she needed anything. All our eyes were searching around the cemetery and into the crowd of mourners. As people settled in, the pastor began to speak. The crowd got quiet. Due to the snow and how the air is after a snow storm, you could hear for miles. I dropped the hood on my jacket so I could hear even better just as a shot rang out. The pastor fell, hitting the casket, knocking it to one side. The pastor fell halfway into the hole and against the casket. I covered Ms. Miller, driving her to the ground, and also the lady and baby beside her too. I shielded them with my body and wouldn’t let them up or even move. “Stay down. Don’t move. Let the officers handle this.” The baby began to cry and whoever was holding him began to sing Amazing Grace. He quieted right down, put his thumb in his mouth, and never moved till we let them up.

The ambulance came for the pastor. He had a shoulder wound was all. What we didn’t know was he was wearing a bulletproof vest under his cleric’s robe. He came prepared for whatever was going to happen and then they got him in the shoulder.

Bo came over as I was helping Ms. Miller up off the covering they had put on the ground. “Sniper, long range one at that. One shot and then he was gone. We got CSI on the scene looking for clues. Is everybody okay here?” he asked.

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