Chapter 29
“Mr. Gardner?” A man said. James could barely make out his face against the harsh lights. The policeman lowered his gun and studied his face. “Bishop? Is that you?”
Suddenly, James recognized him. He never missed a mass and was always on the dot on Sunday. James gave him a relieved smile and gathered up his wits.
“Eriksen! It’s your old’ pal, James!” He laughed, trying to sound convincing. Patrick Eriksen was an old friend of his. James remembered his face from the countless of times he greeted him in town. Around there, he was known to be the kindly old Bishop, always giving to the poor and always willing.
“It’s alright guys, he’s cool,” Patrick told his comrades. “We received a call earlier this evening. Something about a murder in this place. The caller wouldn’t tell us w
