WE WIND UP AT THE OVERLOOK an hour outside Myerton where we stopped on our way to tell Clark and Vivian about our engagement.
That wasn’t even two weeks ago. It seems like a lifetime.
“Have you talked to the Archbishop?” she asks after a while.
“Yes,” I say. “He called yesterday to see how things were, how you were doing.”
“He’s a good man,” she nods. “Remind me to thank him for everything he’s done for us.” She sits back and closes her eyes. “Damn, damn, damn,” she mutters.
“Helen,” I say, “it’s going to be OK. You’ll catch this guy.”
“Humph,” she says. “I couldn’t catch him three years ago. What makes this time any different?”
“You said he’s changed his MO.”
“Yes, and that’s not a good thing. It just makes him more unpredictable.”
Looking out my window, I say, “So you think Trey
