“Yes, I did. I"d decided there was only one way to silence Mr. Nosy Parker for good, so I got there first and found the pitchfork conveniently resting against the wall, as if it had been placed there specifically for me.”
“A God-given gift of opportunity, Sister?” Church suggested.
“Perhaps, Sergeant Church. Who knows?”
“Even if Daniel Parker was what you say he was, I don"t think God would have sanctioned his murder without a trial, do you?”
“Maybe not, but my mind was made up. I pulled on a pair of surgical gloves I"d taken from the medical chest, and waited. When he arrived, he had a leering, disgusting look of expectation on his ugly face. He sneered at me as he stood about ten to fifteen feet away and asked if I"d done what he asked. I knew he was referring to me not wearing any u
