WHAT HAPPENED NEXT is still a little fuzzy. I’m pretty sure I sped all the way there and blew through at least one stop sign. I parked and ran to the door of the rectory. I pressed the doorbell, and banged on the door.
“Glenda, it’s Father Tom,” I called, knocking again.
A very irritated Glenda threw the door open. “For heaven’s sake, Father Greer,” she said.
“I need to talk to you, Glenda, right now,” I pushed my way inside and spun around to face her.
She closed the door. “You’re in a state, Father,” she said. “Father McCoy is at the hospital—”
“No, it's you I came to talk to.” I extended the picture to her. She didn’t look at it, and kept her arms crossed.
“What is that?”
“Please look at it,” I said. “Take a good look.”
“Oh, why should I waste—”
“Just look at the picture!”
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