I’M PLEASED TO FIND several cars in front of the Davis house, including Anna’s, when Helen and I arrive.
When we knock at the door, it’s Anna who greets us. Letting us in, she says quietly, “The children are next door. Poor darlings, I don’t think they really know what’s happened. Except for Terry. He’s in his room.”
“I wanted to speak to Bridget for a moment,” I say quietly.
Anna nods and looks at Helen. “I know you’ll need to talk to her, but can it wait until tomorrow?”
“Of course,” Helen says. “I’m here as her priest’s fiancé, not Chief of Police.”
Anna nods and leads us to a back room that looks like a den or a family room. Bridget is seated at the window, staring out at the backyard.
“Bridget, dear,” Anna says quietly. “Father Tom and Mrs. Parr are here to see you. Do you feel
