WE ARRIVE AT THE ARCHBISHOP’S residence together, since I’m still unable to drive until Thursday, the day after Ash Wednesday. I asked Dan Conway to drive Nate Rodriguez to Dulles to get my car and drive it back to the Rectory. I was very vague as to how I was going to get from Baltimore to Myerton—or even how I was getting from Dulles to Baltimore in the first place.
It wasn’t a secret anymore that Helen and I had been together in Bellamy. Fortunately, the news of my sister’s murder and our role in breaking up a human trafficking ring seemed sufficient to squelch any rumors. Even Anna, so rightly concerned about me and my feelings for Helen, didn’t bring it up when I spoke to her on the phone except to say, “I’m really glad Helen was able to help you find out what happened to your sister
