“Recently, I’ve become very fond of the special peace you find in churches,” he said. Evasive, but true.
“Another man I knew briefly said a similar thing to me a few weeks ago.”
“Was that the man who was killed here, by any chance?”
Healey turned upon his visitor with a saddened, almost betrayed expression on his face. “Is that why you have come here?”
“Yes.”
“For what purpose?”
“I want to find out what happened.”
“One man took another man’s life by violence, and in sight of the Lord,” hissed Healey. “That’s what happened, Mr Rathe.”
“I understand that, Mr Healey. But why? And why would anybody choose your church in which to commit murder?”
“I cannot imagine. I dare not imagine.”
The old man wrung his hands with agitation as he glared at Rathe with a weary anger in his otherwise
