Morning has broken over Miami, and the faithful are gathered for Sunday mass. At least, I assume it's Sunday mass; few churches are going to have a full complement of altar servers for the daily masses, and how else can you explain the dozen or so children there? Or am I expecting too much "logic" from this show? Anyway -- hot church, lots of altar servers, no priest present. As we all wait for the priest to arrive, the camera pans over the statues -- St. Anthony and St. Elizabeth, both of whom I recognize from my grandmother's church -- and then to a woman who's had enough with the waiting. She genuflects before the altar, then heads toward what are presumably the priests' quarters. The faint ululations of a boy soprano start up, so we are all cued in to the impending tragedy. Sadly, the woman in question is not. She passes through the vestry, knocks on the door, and tells Father Carlos he's on in five. Then she opens the door and discovers that Father Carlos is in no shape to give mass at all, what with him lying face-down in a puddle of blood. The poor woman screams, the tragedy is set in motion, and the boy soprano shuts up so he can move on to warble portents of doom for some other drama.
Speaking of portents of doom, it's Horatio, greeting Detective Sevilla and Megan. Megan tells him, "Body was found at 7:40 this morning by vic's housekeeper. She checked in on him when he didn't show up for mass." We find out that the housekeeper has stuck around for questioning, and she's already told Sevilla and Megan that she had cleaned last night; at 8:15 PM, the place was spotless and the priest was alive. The three enter the apartment quarters -- spare, save for the bloody footprints and other conveniently visible evidence -- and Horatio immediately notes the expended shell casing in a wall; he neglects to mention the fine stippling of blood immediately below it. And then the camera pulls back so we can see Horatio assessing the room, and also so we can get a look at Megan's super-duper-flared pants. Someone in wardrobe really hates her, or else they're under the impression that anyone who spends a lot of time gathering evidence would welcome the chance to don any article of clothing whose fabric could easily trip them up, absorb blood pools, or otherwise impede their work. Cut to Megan inquiring rhetorically, "Who would want to kill a priest?" Viewers in several American dioceses wonder why she has to ask. So does Horatio, who replies, "Nowadays, anyone."