This is bad. We have a mole in our midst, but the question is, who?
“I hate when you get that look,” Mother Superior says, side glancing me. “Do you think you could look in the basement in case I filed them away by accident? The box will be labeled in three-month increments for the first half of this year. There should be two boxes.”
“Of course. I’ll do it now.”
Her urgency is apparent, and right now, I need to also get to the bottom of this. Mother Superior is meticulous with her paperwork, so I know someone is snooping.
“Can you check on Irina? She left quite unhappy with me.”
“Yes, of course. There must be something in the water,” she says, shaking her head. “Sister Arabella behaved quite strangely moments ago when it was her turn to go into the city to set up the soup kitchen for
