I’M ON MY WAY BACK to Myerton, processing what I learned at the convent, when my phone rings. It’s Nate.
“Hello?” I say.
“Father Tom,” he whispers. “I found something. You need to come quick.”
“Where are you? Why are you whispering?”
“Where am I? I’m outside Strump’s house. You need to get here. I think I found out who killed Rachel Watson.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I say before hanging up. I press the accelerator and look at the needle on my speedometer going past 75.
