Sixteen
“What are you going to do now?” Anna asked.
I looked at the clock. “Take a shower, get some fresh clothes on. I have confessions at 3 and a mass this afternoon.”
“That’s not what I mean,” Anna said, a tinge of irritation in her voice. “What are you going to do about that—person.”
She was talking about Katherine Shepp. I opened my hands. “I don’t see anything I can do. You can’t unring a bell.”
“But you heard what she said at the end of her report. She’s going to keep digging into this—into you.”
“Oh, she’s probably left by now.”
“No, she’s still at the Myerton Inn.”
I was surprised. “How would you know that?”
“Ellie Hooper’s son has a part-time job there. She’s paying by the week. No, Tom, she plans to stay a while.”
“Wonderful,” I said.
Anna left and I decided t
