Chapter 12
McDuff paced up and down the sidewalk outside the Catholic Church closest to the docks, strangely unable to convince himself to go in. He’d been raised Protestant, but he was hardly a man of faith himself.
Not after what had happened to his brother. Religion was a pastime for those who knew less of the world.
But if anyone could help with such odd events, or at least tell him where to look, that person would surely be inside the imposing building.
His brother’s sad path to prison had brought McDuff here, as it had brought him to so many places he’d rather not be. After hesitantly asking several other clergy members all afternoon, and trying not to cringe at the looks they gave him, he’d finally visited a Presbyterian church he’d been to before. The only one in London he’d se
