DAN STOPS BY THE RECTORY about 2 p.m., carrying a bag from The Perfect Cup.
“I was getting some coffee,” Dan says with a smile. “And I remembered that you like the Cup’s chocolate donuts, so I brought you a couple.”
I take the bag from Dan. “Thank you, Dan. That’s very nice of you.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just a little token of my appreciation of you as my priest. I know you’ve had a hard time over the last year, but I want you to know that I really do appreciate the job you do.”
“I’m just doing my job,” I say, growing wary of the string of complements.
“Even so, I appreciate it, and the wonderful job you do as police chaplain. You really are one man in a million.”
Someone once said good cops are bad liars and I have a funny feeling I’m being set up for something. “Well,” I say slowly, “
