actually heard her laughing with some of the other art students yesterday in the hall.â
Sister Agathaâs opinion of Cruzer suddenly went up several notches. Even cruising through life, the man was doing Godâs work.
âThose cinnamon rolls sure look good,â Chuck said and sighed wistfully, seeing the half-full box on an unoccupied desk.
Tina laughed. âYouâre as subtle as a freight train, Chuck.âShe picked up the box and brought it over to Sister Agatha. âYou get first choice, Sister. I baked them earlier this morning for the staff, but as usual I made way too much.â
âThank you,â Sister Agatha said, picking up a roll.
âYouâre very welcome,â Tina said, then held out the box for Chuck, who promptly took two.
âI need to make copies in the other room,â she said. âEnjoy!â
Although there were no class bells, it wasnât long before childrenâs voices filled the outside hall and people began to pass by.
âSee him?â Sister Agatha asked, joining Chuck at the doorway.
âThere he is. Heâs got thin red hair and is wearing a tie-dyed shirt. And there he goes. I think he saw your habit.â Chuck hurried out into the hall. âIâm going after him. Go out the door we came in and circle around the building, toward the west sideâwhere the employees park. If weâre lucky, weâll catch him between us.â
Sister Agatha hurried out, Pax at her side, then headed west. Just as she reached the corner, she saw a man fitting Chuckâs description of Cruzer coming down the sidewalk.
Cruzer stopped in midstride and stared at her in surprise.
âHello. You must be Cruzer,â she said pleasantly. âIâm Sister Agatha from Our Lady of Hope Monastery.â
âNuns . . . I should have known I couldnât ditch you,â he muttered with a scowl. âYou guys have always been able to read my mind. Ever since high school. Spookyâreal spooky. Is this about that donation I was going to make for Father Rickâs chapel project? Things are really tight for me this monthââ
Sister Agatha held up one hand. âThatâs strictly between you and Father Rick.â
âOh, good,â he said, visibly relieved.
Seeing Chuck come out the front door, Sister Agatha waved at him.
âYo, Cruzer,â Chuck said, joining them.
âHey,â he muttered as the two greeted each other with fist bumps. âYou with Sister A?â
âYeah, sheâs the one I told you about, remember? The ex-journalist. Sister Agatha basically saved my life a few years back when I got into trouble with the wrong people.â
âIâm impressed. Good for you, Sister A. So whatâs going down?â he asked, looking back at Chuck.
âWe just wanted to ask you a few questions about stuff you might have seen on the Fourth,â Chuck said.
He rolled his eyes. âHere we go. This is about the hot dogs again, isnât it?â he asked, looking at Chuck, then back at Sister Agatha.
âHot dogs?â Sister Agatha asked, more curious than ever. âWhat do you mean?â
âThe deputies and that state cop have been questioning everyone who worked the booths on the Fourth. If Iâd known that Mayor Garcia and his bean counters were going to have their eye on every bleeping hot dog . . .â He looked at the ground and shook his head.
âWhat exactly have they been asking you?â Sister Agatha pressed, keeping her voice as casual as possible.
âThey want to know who ordered hot dogs, who was watching the condiments, and if we saw anyone tampering with the food, or maybe just hanging around. Like that.â He graced them with a martyred sigh. âSo okay. Call the law. I confess. I gave a few hot dogs away. Scout, that homeless guy who hangs around, kept looking at people stuffing their faces, then going back to the trash
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