"Good evening. Welcome to our church. If you don't mind, I will start the service." The man, a priest she presumed, walked up to the pulpit and opened the book lying on it. Lena regained the use of her voice. "Hey, excuse me, but what's going on here?" The priest looked up in surprise. "I'm going to conduct Mr. Monterey's funeral service. That's what you are here for, isn't it?" Lena moved right up to the platform, all the time avoiding looking into the coffin. "This is a misunderstanding, sir, Father, whoever you are," Lena said. "I'm Father O'Connor." "Right, Father O'Connor. Look, I'm just...