Seventeen
“I HAD NO CHOICE, TOM,” Helen says over my phone. “Angela insisted.”
“But he confessed to being hired by Richard Davenport to beat up Father Stratton!” I exclaim, standing in my office Saturday morning.
“Technically, he said someone named Romulus Pegasus hired him. And, not long after we got back from our little trip to see Davenport, a lawyer showed up for Quinn. He said his client was done talking, and that his client was recanting any statements he had made up to that point. He also said that since he had been held for almost seventy-two hours without charges, we should find a crime to charge him with or release him. Angela said that the most we could get him on was desecration of a corpse, and she wasn’t willing to go to the grand jury just for that.”
“But he was hired to
