AFTER LUNCH, I RETURN to the Rectory, where Dan is waiting for me.
“Dan,” I say. “Did we have a meeting I forgot about?”
“Oh, no, no, Father,” Dan says. “I just stopped by. Do you have some time to talk now?”
I have more emails to go through, and the Archbishop wanted to speak to me about a schedule of pre-marital counseling, but I can tell Dan has something on his mind so I say, “I have nothing scheduled. Why don’t you go to my office? I’ll get us some coffee”
Fortunately, Anna made a fresh pot to get her through the afternoon. I pour two mugs, add cream and sugar to mine—I recall that Dan likes his black—and join the burly detective in my office.
Burly is the best way to describe Dan. He’s about my height with short-cut sandy blond hair and hazel eyes, but where I’m hardly what anyo
