Twenty-One
“ARE YOU SATISFIED NOW?”
We’re standing at the end of the walkway leading to Strump’s house. I look back at where we just left.
“You will check on his alibi, right?”
Helen puts her hands on her hips. “Of course I will, Tom. I mean, unless you’d like to do it for me? Hey, I have an idea, you do that and I’ll say Mass this Sunday. How does that sound?”
“Listen, Helen, I—”
“No, you listen, Tom.” She points her finger at me. “You have got to stop playing detective. One of these days, you will get hurt. You almost did last time.”
“All I was doing—”
“I know what you were doing,” she says. Her expression softens. “I know you were only trying to help Father Leonard, to find someone else—anyone else—who killed Rachel Watson.” She touches my arm. “You need to face the fact that he
