Chapter 19
McDuff sat in the residence across from the church again, staring at the clean table and orderly shelves. Two massive steamer trunks and a few smaller bags were piled up by the door. Not a trace of Jean remained in the austere space besides the woman sitting across from him.
She wore her usual white shirt and black trousers, but a black dress more akin to a riding habit waited tossed over a chair.
“Just wait until we get this straightened out,” he said for at least the third time. “It has to be her.”
“We’re right back where we started weeks ago, my dear Inspector,” she said with a sad smile, her French accent stronger than usual today. “Rob. Who can we complain to? Father Hall has no choice but to follow the orders from the bishop.”
“And terminate your year of study after o
