I disappeared.
Utterly
Completely
Disastrously.
Post Emily, and I mean hours after, I got in touch with the only nun I knew.
Sister Maeve. She’d asked me for assistance in a very nasty, vicious case years before. It went like most of my work.
Apeshit, down the doomed toilet.
People got badly hurt but, somehow, Maeve got the result she was seeking and gave most of the credit to God and maybe ten percent to me. Enough to have her grateful. Few more valuable assets than a thankful nun. Ask the Vatican.
She agreed to mind the pup for a time; how long I didn’t know. Maeve had the completely unlined face habitual to her calling. And such peaceful eyes as if she had seen the total plan. She said,
“I will be happy to have the company of this little fellah for a while.”
Best of all, the p
