Twenty-Three
“YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS,” I say when the initial shock finally wears off.
“I’ve never been more serious in my life, Tom,” she says. “Dan and I showed up at her home, asked to speak to her, and after a few minutes of questioning, she admitted to killing Father Stratton.”
“But Helen,” I say, sitting down in my chair. “Is that even possible? I mean, she’s not that much younger than he was.”
“I don’t know, Tom, but right now I have a confession where two hours ago I had nothing, so it’s not like I’m going to throw her out.” Helen pauses, then says, “But since I think she’s trying to protect someone, I want you here. Maybe you can talk to her.”
“Has she asked to see me?”
Helen hesitates. “No. I should tell you she’s under the impression that you shared what she told you in conf
