On the Road to Osceola
Monday Afternoon
When he’d finished telling Evan about Churpov, Leon mused, “I wonder how unusual that story is. How many Russian hoods have become so cynical they have absolutely no morals, no sense of shame?”
Evan replied soberly, “And then here was a Catholic priest who was hardly a saint. But how about you and me? You’ve got to believe we share wounds with him. We lost Naomi. How did Coyle suffer? Who did he lose? And what special credential does our hurt give us? Are we wronged but righteous human beings? How are you and I different from Coyle or Churpov or from anybody else?”
Leon grumbled, “You and I think we know right from wrong. If we find ourselves in a gray area, there’s the law. Okay, maybe you’d say the Bible. Even g**g members have a code of conduc
