Thirty-Three
BY WEDNESDAY, THE PSYCHIATRIST assigned to Lester Wright’s case tells Helen that, in his professional opinion, Lester is lucid and rational enough to be questioned.
Apparently, lucid and rational have different meanings to a psychiatrist than to other people.
I’m behind the glass, again—I really need to bring a chair, maybe a small refrigerator for sodas—when they bring Lester in. He’s calmer than I remember him at the Rectory. Whether that’s because his mind is clear or because he’s heavily medicated, it’s hard to tell at this point.
It’s not long before Helen comes into the room.
“Good morning, Lester,” she says pleasantly. “I’m Detective Helen Parr.”
“I know who you are,” he spits. “You’re the w***e of Babylon, come to take good priests away from their rightful callin
