Inside His Rectory
1123 Words
Riley's Pov
It puzzles me why father Fellon Knightwood wanted me back here. Is it a punishment for my honest confession or my rude reaction to the stern reprimand that he gave me? Or did he only want to see my embarrassed face when we meet again?
If that was it he would have showed up to welcome us. But instead it is an old nun that got the task to show us around. Freya looks most disappointed. While I am praying that every day ends without us meeting him.
"Since you're only new volunteers here you're not allowed to enter father Knightwood's rectory," the nun states, gesturing at a white door at the end of the corridor. "You can clean every other room and corridor. I advise that you start here," she adds.
So we will clean the corridor that leads to his rectory but not a step farther. Not that I would dream of walking into that man's personal space. Hopefully we will stay out of each other's sight as well.
We nod in understanding and the nun walks away, leaving us with all the tools we need to carry out the task of cleaning. Freya looks most bored as she dips her mob into the water.
"I cannot believe we haven't met Father Knightwood already. I never came here to only clean floors and dust windows," she states.
Of course I knew she was thrilled by her mother's choice of punishment because of the chance to spend time with the insanely gorgeous priest. That chance doesn't seem to be presenting itself fast enough.
"I will take another unguided tour around, see if I will be lucky to meet God's most tempting servant. You can come with me if you want," she says.
I shake my head. "Someone needs to clean," I say, picking up the mob.
"Fine. I didn't want get overshadowed by your presence anyway," she replies before walking away.
I start cleaning while mulling over how I ended up here. The only reason I am not on the way back to college is that the police haven't found the devil that murdered my mother. I will not leave until I am assured that they will not get away with such wickedness.
I clean for almost half an hour before pausing by a window to take a rest. That's when I spot the devil that made me come here. The window has the view of the church cemetery, on the eastern side where the old nun didn't take us. Father Fellon Knightwood stands at the farthest end of the expansive graveyard, speaking on a tiny phone.
He talks for a long time and I wish I can hear what he is saying. Who is lucky to have that man's undivided attention I wonder? He wears one of those clergy black shirts with white collar and a black jeans trousers that are a little bit too tight for the most respected priest in the city to be seen in. But just like before, the fitting clothes highlight his tall, pleasantly muscular physique perfectly. It's quite sad that he chose a life of celibacy when millions of women would fall in love with him.
I raise an eyebrow in surprise when he ends the call and crashes the small phone against the nearest tombstone with his foot.
Why on earth would a rich priest need to destroy a cellphone after using it? It's not like he is a criminal that doesn't want to be tracked. I also wonder why he has to go all the way to the edge of the cemetery to take a call.
I quickly step away from the window after noticing him turning to face this direction. I wouldn't want him to see me of all people spying on him. But I regret my haste when I feel the back of my foot hit the bracket of cleaning water that I had forgotten was behind me.
The water spills on the floor I had cleaned and flows first into the rooms neighboring the corridor. I grab the mob fast and try to contain the mess. But I can already see the water flowing like a river into father Knightwood's rectory through the small space under the white door.
I really hope that he isn't coming back here soon as I would have a lot to explain. I dry the water outside faster than I thought I could, then look around to ensure there are no witnesses before pushing the door to father Knightwood's rectory open.
The inside is a spacious office with all the stuff that one would expect to be in a clergy's office. But one thing stands out. A leather coat laying on the arm of a chair at the corner. Why does it look so familiar?
It's an impressive design that many people might have. But I never thought that the city's most famous priest would be interested in a coat that looks like it was designed for a mafia lord.
If I am going to dry the water on the floor before anyone can show up then I can definitely check out the coat while at it.
I set the mop aside and rush across the room to the chair. I pick up the jacket and hold it up as to see the front. The sound of something metallic dropping to the floor makes me jump a little before looking down in search of what may have dropped from the pockets of the coat.
Two long bullets sets on the floor beside my feet! I have to close my eyes briefly and open them again just to make sure I not hallucinating. The deadly tools are still there, and I am genuinely questioning the reality of this moment because how can it be that father Fellon Knightwood has a leather jacket with bullets inside his rectory?
I reach into the pockets of the coat and find one more, a little shorter than those on the floor.
Oh no! Now it has my finger prints on it!
I put it into the pockets of my pants. Then I realize that I must also pick up the others and put them back into the pockets of the leather jacket or Father Knightwood will know that someone had invaded his strange privacy.
I set down the coat and pull out my handkerchief which I try using to pick up the bullets without leaving my finger prints on them in case they are used to commit a crime.
I pick up the first and move to put it back into the left pocket of the jacket when the door suddenly opens and father Fellon Knightwood steps inside!
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