““She examined it. It was covered in Mayor Quimly’s blood. A bullet had pierced the left side, passing through the top of the bag without impacting the other side. She held the bag up to the incoming morning light. “It’s empty,” she said aloud, although no one was alive to hear her. She opened the bag, fingering a white label, stitched into the inside pocket. She slowly made her way down from the pulpit and walked towards the exit. Her hand touched the door. As it swung open she could feel the warmth from the sunrise upon her face. She took a step outside. She stumbled and fell.””