“While I'm here I would be delighted to make a contribution towards the chapel's upkeep, Father.”
“We are always in need of funds, my son. God's love is free and unconditional, but sadly our work among the needy is not. And it costs a fortune to keep these old buildings upright.”
Simms pinged across a couple of K. He had no idea if the figure was ridiculously high or insultingly low. Judging by the smile that lit up on the old man's lined face, it was the former.
“If you'd like to walk with me, my son.”
Simms followed the priest to a side door. “Do many pilgrims come to see the holy relics?” he asked. He'd spent the last three days terrified some other genehunter would beat him to the deal.
“Some. Not so many as there used to be,” the priest replied. Simms longed to ask him who had co
