Chapter 29
An anxious young guard opened the door before Rob or Father Hall had a chance to. Bright red splotches marked his pale cheeks, and sweat beaded on his brow.
His grip was weak and clammy when he shook McDuff’s hand.
“Inspector,” he said in a breathless voice. “Father. Glad you’re both here, truly sorry about all the rush. The warden sent me to tell you he’d be delayed, but he wants to be certain you’re informed and taken care of.”
“The warden.” McDuff tried to ignore it, but his heart thumped in his throat. “Has something else happened?”
The guard shook his head so hard his shiny black hat shifted to the side.
“I can’t say. I’m sorry. The head doctor’s right through here.”
His face was red as a brick now, the color seeping down past his tight uniform collar. Father Hall to
