Sisters of Mercy
Monday Noon
Wilmer pulled his Elantra into the driveway of the convent just eight minutes after the nurse’s call. A weepy Sister Margaret showed him into Coyle’s office, then quietly withdrew.
Wilmer was alone with the dead man. The administrator of Flat Branch Catholic Charities still sat diligently at his desk with his hands stretched out on the leatherette writing pad. An uncapped fountain pen lay near his left hand, and Wilmer recalled the fellow was a leftie. Only the sideward slouch of the torso suggested the body was lifeless. Also in front of him on the desk was an overturned bottle of angina tablets, amlodipine, its contents strewn across the surface as if the priest had groped for them in a sudden attack.
Wilmer donned a pair of nitrile exam gloves from his m
