Twenty-Nine
“SO WHAT THE HELL WAS he talking about, Tom?” Helen asks me.
I sigh and shake my head. “I tried to get Trey to tell me, but he’s convinced that Father Xavier is God’s messenger.”
“Do you think it has anything to do with the rifle?”
I look at Helen. “I don’t think so. But there is one way you can find out. You need to get Trey to talk.”
She looks through the glass. Trey is not the confident young man he was a little while ago. He’s definitely nervous about something.
“Yeah, it’s time for me to stop screwing around,” Helen says. “Come on.” She strides out of the observation room with me on her heels. Throwing open the door to the interview room, she commands, “Stand up.”
The lanky young man jumps to his feet as Helen takes her handcuffs out of her pocket. “Trey Grant,” she
