CHAPTER 6At the rectory of St. Dismas’ Church, Frank was directed to a quiet garden in a courtyard, where he found Father Kieran McNulty sitting and reading from a small book, likely saying his daily office. He looked up as Frank approached, closed his breviary and smiled.
“Well, fancy meeting you here.”
“That’s the second time I’ve heard that this morning, Padre.”
“Please, Kieran will do…unless you are here for spiritual guidance of some nature.” He gestured for Frank to join him on the oak bench.
“Can’t say as that is my reason, Kieran. I’m not really a churchgoing man to begin with.”
“Were you ever? Perhaps you were raised a Catholic?”
“My parents were Dutch Reformed, actually. And not great ones at that.”
McNulty smiled mischievously. “Then you’re not all that far from a bloody
