“GOOD AFTERNOON,” SHE says. “I’m Chief of Police Helen Parr, and this is Detective Dan Conway. And you are?”
The guy who I know only as Father Alvin Tamias says nothing. He has hooded eyes and a perpetual scowl, trying to look intimidating, I suppose.
Dan and Helen both sit, and she says, “Please, take your time. I know that you are known in your chosen profession by several names, so I can understand you having a problem remembering which one you are using right now. Most recently, of course, you posed as a Catholic priest. Specifically, you posed as Father Alvin Tamias, is that correct?”
“Alvin” still says nothing. He’s just looking around at the room.
“But we know you’re not Father Alvin Tamias,” Helen says with a smile. Opening the folder, she picks up a piece of paper and begins
