Three
I RETURN FROM LUNCH with Helen in a sour mood.
Richard Davenport.
The very name makes my skin crawl.
He’s responsible for the death of three people that I know of.
He made a game of robbing young women of their innocence.
And now, he might walk out of jail a free man.
I know I’m supposed to be merciful. But it’s hard for me to feel any amount of mercy for this man.
Fortunately, I have little time to brood when I get back to the Rectory. Around 2 p.m., the front doorbell rings, heralding the arrival of Dr. Martin Maycord.
Given how his life has changed since I first met him a couple of months ago, I am not surprised to see a few new lines in his otherwise youthful face.
“Martin, I am so glad you decided to stop by,” I say, shaking his hand and offering him a seat.
“I've bee
