Twenty-Four
“TOM,” HELEN SAYS AS I walk to the Rectory, “what the frankincense and myrrh are you talking about?”
“‘What the frankincense and myrrh’?” Martin asks with confusion.
“Her attempt to stop cursing,” I say. “And that’s not the strangest one she uses.”
“Will you just stop for a second and explain?” Helen yells, the exasperation clear in her voice. “I know you just got one of those weird things you get, but can’t you tell me what it is?”
I stop with my hand on the doorknob. “Helen, it’s better if I show you.”
I go into the Rectory and make a beeline for my office, Helen and Martin on my heels. Sitting at my desk, I open my laptop.
“The note that Kent Stirling sent his wife,” I say as I boot my system. “Nate found it among her papers at the Myer College archives, right?”
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