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Six
Six I’M TRYING TO MAKE sense of my strange conversion with Dan as I head back to Nate’s room. The ex-Marine, detective, father, and solid member of the parish and I have clashed before over my—habit? Hobby? I’m not sure what to call it, frankly, my recent tendency to get involved with criminal investigations. While I’ve always loved mystery fiction, until I moved back to Myerton, I never really felt drawn to real-life mysteries. Joan’s murder being the one exception. But that seemed to open the floodgates. Anna and Helen have both joked about me being cursed, about Myerton being a nice quiet place before I returned and became pastor of Saint Clare’s. I know they were only kidding, that the murders that have happened were only a coincidence. But sometimes I do feel like a character in
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