Chapter 65
“If you need to talk about this again,” Father Cullen said, “I’m available.”
We went to the car, headed out of the parking lot, and I said, “Let’s go to The Loop and find the quietest corner of the deck.”
“Yeah. It’s a pleasant day, even though it is November.”
Despite the early hour, there were two couples on the deck, so we carried our trays to the most remote table and sat down to eat. The tide was almost completely out, and we sat eating in silence for a while watching the gulls and other birds scavenging for fish trapped in the little pools of water.
“Feel better?” I said.
“See for yourself.”
“Okay.”
I probed gently for a bit and withdrew. “You seem to be pretty much at peace with things, babe.”
“A lot of what Father Cullen said made sense.”
“He’s a good man.”
“No argument there.”
“It just hit me,” I said. “We haven’t heard from the FBI for a while.”
“The wheels of justice grind slowly, don’t they?”