Twenty
MY FIRST RESPONSE IS to laugh.
“You . . . you’ve got to be kidding, Dan,” I say with a smile. “This is some kind of joke, right?”
“Tom,” he says softly, “do I look like I’m kidding?”
My grin disappears. For the first time since I’ve known him, Dan Conway looks angry with me.
“What did I do?” I ask, genuinely confused.
“That’s my question, too, Detective,” Helen says. “In what way has Father Greer interfered with an ongoing investigation?”
I snap my head to her. Helen’s wearing her cop face. She’s all business.
Father Greer. Not Tom. Not even Father Tom.
OK, then.
“Chief,” he says calmly, “I want to first say that I am very aware of what he’s been through over the last month. Like I say, I still consider him a friend, and I hope he will me after this. But the chaplain here
