There was a police car, then another, then an ambulance.
He watched them stop at the very building he often visited in his dreams and gasped as a familiar figure stepped from the shadows to greet them.
Father Simon spoke to one of the officers while the others went inside, guns drawn.
The priest shook his head and gestured down an alley, and the officer he spoke with pulled a notebook and scribbled.
Yes, his vision was keener.
The other officers came out of the building a few minutes later, one of them gesturing for the paramedics to follow him inside. They returned shortly, carrying a shrouded body on a stretcher.
Father Simon moved to the rear of the ambulance, and they stopped. After a few seconds of animated conversation, an argument he thought, the priest approached the body a
