She heard the Rosary Beads clicking in the distance. But that didn't have anything to do with why she'd come here. She'd come for....what, redemption? The candles, the atmosphere and the incense made her feel dizzy. Or maybe it was what had happened. Would the priest see her? Would he comment on her blood soaked hands? She didn't even know if she still believed, but the past comforts suggested a way out of this mess. Murder, she hadn't thought herself capable. Self righteousness and self defense, maybe. What would God say? What would the priest say to the drops of blood pooling at her feet?