Twenty-Two
HELEN DROPS ME AT THE Rectory before heading to the station. “Anna?” I call when I get inside.
She comes out of her office. “Well, you’ve been gone a long time.”
“Takes a while to get to Baltimore and back. By the way, Walter sends his regards.”
Anna tries to turn away before she blushes, only to fail miserably. “Oh, Tom!” she says. “Did Helen find out the information she wanted?”
“Yes and no,” I say. “His Eminence did not allow her to see Father Stratton’s file, but did share some information from it. And he also allowed us to see his room, which proved fruitful.”
“Nothing you can share, I take it?” Anna says.
I look at her and consider the question carefully. “Well,” I say, “there is something. But you need to keep it to yourself.
“You look parched,” she says. “How abo
