I’M THANKFUL HELEN doesn’t try to follow me out of the Rectory. The crime scene on the church yard is clear except for officers and technicians sweeping the area for clues. I don’t know if they recovered the bullets or not, if they buried themselves in the soft ground, hit the brick facing of the church itself, or lodged themselves in the door.
At this moment, I really don’t care.
I get in my car and pull out of the driveway. I head away from the area where the shots were fired and drive out of town. I don’t know where I’m going. All I know is I need some time alone.
For the first time since I don’t know when, I don’t want to see Helen.
I replay the scene over and over again in my head. The sound. The bullets bisecting the space between us. The first bullet was meant for Helen. Then, t
