“ANGELA, I’M SURE YOU remember Father Tom Greer,” Helen says warmly as I walk into the office of the newest State Attorney, the first woman of color to fill the position in Myer County’s history.
Helen’s seated across from Angela, who breaks out into a smile when she sees me.
“Now, how could I forget a priest accused of murder?” she says warmly. “How are you? I do hope you’re not in trouble again, Father Tom?”
“Oh no,” I laugh. “Helen just mentioned that you two were meeting over lunch. Since I am the police chaplain and in charge of the spiritual welfare and morale of the members of law enforcement in Myerton—by the way, congratulations on your much deserved appointment—I offered to bring you ladies lunch from The Bistro. Am I correct that you like their clam chowder, Angela?” I hold u
