Nun of That (A Deadly Habit Cozy Mystery, Book 1) by Morgana Best Page A
Authors: Morgana Best
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hurrying to my car, and climbing behind the wheel. I cranked the engine and stomped on the gas, causing my rear tires to spin with a screeching sound on the blacktop as the car shot out of the parking lot and onto the road.
Within a minute or two, I was parking up the road from the Gobble Up Café. I had intended to text Adam from the safety of the café, but he was already there. He sat alone in a booth in the corner, a cup of coffee in front of him.
“Hey,” he said, as I took my seat opposite him. “You hungry? I’ve ordered potato wedges with sour cream and sweet chili sauce for us both.”
I nodded. “Thanks, I’m ravenous. Where did Sister Maria go?”
“Just to the convent car, but then she went straight back to the other nuns,” he said, with disappointment. “Did you have any better luck?
“Listen to this,” I said. “I followed that nun into the bathroom. I looked under the door. He was standing up and facing the toilet.”
“So he is a man!” Adam exclaimed, loudly enough that the people at the tables and in nearby booths nearby looked to him.
I nodded. “Exactly.”
“You do realize we have to tell the police,” Adam said, as the waitress deposited a huge plate of potato wedges in between us.
I pulled a face. “They won’t believe us,” I said. “They’ll wonder why I was looking under toilet doors.”
“We have no choice,” Adam said, before he popped a whole potato wedge in his mouth.
“Truly, they won’t be any help at all,” I said, as I dipped a wedge in the hot chili sauce and then the sour cream. “Surely there’s something else we can do?”
“Well, we could go and speak to the priest at Sacred Heart,” Adam said.
“Sacred Heart? What’s that?”
Adam raised his eyebrows at me. “Our Lady of the Sacred Heart is the cathedral in Ebla Valley. It has the Catholic elementary school on the grounds.”
I nodded. “Oh yeah.” I nodded. “The locals just know it as ‘the Catholic Church’.”
Adam appeared to be unperturbed at my ignorance. “If I remember from my Catholic school days, he might have some helpful information. Priests are sort of, I don't know how to say it, well, not bosses over nuns, but they know what’s going on. I mean, he would know what’s up with any new nuns and stuff,” Adam said.
“All right,” I said. “That’s a good idea.”
“We still have to go and see the police now, though,” Adam said.
I sighed.
An hour later, we stood in front of the police station. It was a small building, and the yellowing paint should have been replaced a decade or so ago. I fervently hoped that it would not be open. As it was a small country town, the police station kept unusual hours, and sometimes one had to press the buzzer next to the door to be transferred to the police officer on duty. However, it was also a well known fact that the local police rarely responded to the buzzer.
It was not my lucky day. The front door opened, and we walked in. There were no cops in sight. Just then, we heard a voice from the front room. “Come in!”
We walked into the little room, and Sergeant Barnes swiveled around in his chair to face us. “Yes?”
“We just went to the charity football match,” I said, nervously. My palms were sweating, and I rubbed them on my jeans.
The sergeant looked at me, waiting for me to continue.
“Well, you know how we told you that the nuns were men?” He simply raised his eyebrows, so I pressed on. “I just saw one of the nuns in the toilet, and he was facing the stall, just like men do.”
The sergeant’s jaw dropped.
“And six nuns beat the eighteen Pig Dog players,” I added.
The sergeant’s jaw dropped even further. “The nuns beat the Pig Dog Team?”
I nodded enthusiastically.
“What was the score?”
“186 - 24,” I said.
The sergeant stood up and crossed his arms. “That’s a high scoring game. Clearly they had God on their side.”
I rubbed my temples. This wasn’t going at all well.
Within a minute or two, I was parking up the road from the Gobble Up Café. I had intended to text Adam from the safety of the café, but he was already there. He sat alone in a booth in the corner, a cup of coffee in front of him.
“Hey,” he said, as I took my seat opposite him. “You hungry? I’ve ordered potato wedges with sour cream and sweet chili sauce for us both.”
I nodded. “Thanks, I’m ravenous. Where did Sister Maria go?”
“Just to the convent car, but then she went straight back to the other nuns,” he said, with disappointment. “Did you have any better luck?
“Listen to this,” I said. “I followed that nun into the bathroom. I looked under the door. He was standing up and facing the toilet.”
“So he is a man!” Adam exclaimed, loudly enough that the people at the tables and in nearby booths nearby looked to him.
I nodded. “Exactly.”
“You do realize we have to tell the police,” Adam said, as the waitress deposited a huge plate of potato wedges in between us.
I pulled a face. “They won’t believe us,” I said. “They’ll wonder why I was looking under toilet doors.”
“We have no choice,” Adam said, before he popped a whole potato wedge in his mouth.
“Truly, they won’t be any help at all,” I said, as I dipped a wedge in the hot chili sauce and then the sour cream. “Surely there’s something else we can do?”
“Well, we could go and speak to the priest at Sacred Heart,” Adam said.
“Sacred Heart? What’s that?”
Adam raised his eyebrows at me. “Our Lady of the Sacred Heart is the cathedral in Ebla Valley. It has the Catholic elementary school on the grounds.”
I nodded. “Oh yeah.” I nodded. “The locals just know it as ‘the Catholic Church’.”
Adam appeared to be unperturbed at my ignorance. “If I remember from my Catholic school days, he might have some helpful information. Priests are sort of, I don't know how to say it, well, not bosses over nuns, but they know what’s going on. I mean, he would know what’s up with any new nuns and stuff,” Adam said.
“All right,” I said. “That’s a good idea.”
“We still have to go and see the police now, though,” Adam said.
I sighed.
An hour later, we stood in front of the police station. It was a small building, and the yellowing paint should have been replaced a decade or so ago. I fervently hoped that it would not be open. As it was a small country town, the police station kept unusual hours, and sometimes one had to press the buzzer next to the door to be transferred to the police officer on duty. However, it was also a well known fact that the local police rarely responded to the buzzer.
It was not my lucky day. The front door opened, and we walked in. There were no cops in sight. Just then, we heard a voice from the front room. “Come in!”
We walked into the little room, and Sergeant Barnes swiveled around in his chair to face us. “Yes?”
“We just went to the charity football match,” I said, nervously. My palms were sweating, and I rubbed them on my jeans.
The sergeant looked at me, waiting for me to continue.
“Well, you know how we told you that the nuns were men?” He simply raised his eyebrows, so I pressed on. “I just saw one of the nuns in the toilet, and he was facing the stall, just like men do.”
The sergeant’s jaw dropped.
“And six nuns beat the eighteen Pig Dog players,” I added.
The sergeant’s jaw dropped even further. “The nuns beat the Pig Dog Team?”
I nodded enthusiastically.
“What was the score?”
“186 - 24,” I said.
The sergeant stood up and crossed his arms. “That’s a high scoring game. Clearly they had God on their side.”
I rubbed my temples. This wasn’t going at all well.
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