Thirty-Seven
‘How well do you know Monsignor Peterson, Charlie?’
‘He was our parish priest in the years leading up to his retirement, Inspector.’
‘What are you guys going to do when you run out of priests?’
‘Ordain women, I suppose, or import more of them from India.’
‘Guess I’d better get used to seeing Indian priests around town then. Anyway, what’s the monsignor like?’
‘He was a bit out of touch when he arrived in our parish. I don’t think he’d had that much parish experience before Bishop Kerry decided he wanted his own man around, and sent the monsignor into the vineyard, as he was fond of telling me.’
‘Who’s Bishop Kerry’s man?’
‘That suave Monsignor Rivers that Lisa likes.’ Charlie smiled. ‘He’s one smooth operator our Monsignor Rivers.’
‘Yes, I’ve met him.’
‘Well, Monsign
