46 Chapter 46: Fishers of Men, Part 4

It took about fifteen minutes for the cops to arrive. Not much happens in our sleepy New Jersey town, and a cute dame pulling a gun on an old priest was pretty much a novelty. The detective was a middle-aged man whose dark brown hair was just starting to show shoots of gray. He looked me up and down as he unbuttoned his jacket and loosened his tie. He wasn't a member of the Church, but hey, no one's perfect.

"Please describe this woman for me," he said.

"Well," I began, "she had black hair that reached her shoulders. I mean... no, wait, it was blond. She was definitely a blonde. And her hair was short, kind of, what's the word, coifed."

The detective raised his eyebrows, and shared a glance with one of his officers. "I see," he said. "Anything else? Skinny? Fat? Short? Tall? Glasses?"

"Tall and skinny, yes," I said. My arm itched like crazy. "As far as glasses... no. I mean yes." I swallowed. "She wore glasses."