Twenty-Seven
THE CROWD OF REPORTERS shouts questions as Father Leonard and Angela Jenkins walk out of the courthouse. I’m standing a short distance away, watching the spectacle unfold.
“Father, how does it feel to be free?”
“What are your feelings about Win Myer?”
“Are you going to stay in the priesthood?”
“Where are you going after this?”
“People, people, please,” Jenkins says, motioning to the crowd to quiet down. The shouts give way to murmurs, which finally give way to silence. “Father McCoy is extremely pleased that the State Attorney moved to quash the indictment and the judge accepted it. Neither gentleman had much choice given that the actual perpetrator of this horrendous crime gave a full confession in writing before his own death.”
Reporters ask questions again, but Jenki
