turned so that she could see the clock on the desk. What time is it? she wondered. And how much of this day have I slept through?
“They’re serving breakfast now,” Detective Lujan responded. “It’s after eight. Oh, and I heard a little about the other nuns being sent away. I’m sorry about that.”
Eve dropped her eyes.
“I guess you’re the last to leave.”
She didn’t respond.
“Well, anyway, I’m sure we’ll see each other again, Sister, if you stay, that is.”
There was a pause and Eve still made no reply.
“I’ll be around,” he said, backing away from the door. “So nice to meet you, Captain Divine.”
And she was just about to correct what she thought would be the common mispronunciation of her family’s last name when she suddenly realized he had said it perfectly. She stood at the door, watching as he turned and headed down the hall.
“You already in trouble?” came the question from behind her.
SEVENTEEN
“What is it with all of you?” Eve spun around and asked Daniel. He had apparently entered the building from the other end of the hallway. “Can’t a person have time to get ready before folks just start showing up at her door in the morning?”
He stopped before getting all the way to where she stood. “Hey, is that what you call the ministry of hospitality around here?” He grinned. “Because if it is, Father Benedict may be rolling over in his grave.”
She put Daisy down and held out her arms. Detective Hively came over and gave her a big hug. “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said. “Hello, Little Sister.”
Eve released her father’s former partner. “Where have you been?” she asked, still somewhat shaken from her last visitor. She dropped her arms and turned back to the door to her room, managing to get a good look down the hall where Detective Lujan had just headed. She walked in when she could see that he was already gone. Daisy was sitting on the bed.
“It’s only eight o’clock,” Daniel answered, following her into the room. He saw Jackson and gave a quick salute. “Partner,” he said, greeting him.
“What have you found out?” Eve’s father wanted to know.
Daniel gave a disapproving look first at the Captain and then back at Eve. “Is this the way you greet people here? No ‘How you doing, friend?’ Or ‘Come in and have a seat, Daniel’?”
“Come in and have a seat, Daniel,” Eve and Jackson said at the same time, and then they couldn’t help themselves and both let out a laugh.
“That’s more like it.” Daniel sat on the edge of the desk, angling himself so that he could face father and daughter.
“What time did you get here and what did Lujan want?” he asked.
“I think the sister here might just have a crush on the new policeman,” Jackson said.
“What?” She shook her head. “I do not.” She rolled her eyes and gave her attention to the detective sitting by her. “Did you drive the Beemer?” She had been with him when he picked out his new car, and she was curious to see if he was driving it today.
“Don’t change the subject. And no, I am not driving the Beemer. It’s not shipped yet. And I don’t plan to drive it when I’m working. It’s for the weekends.” He winked. “What did the detective want?” he asked again.
“I had a letter from Brother Anthony,” she answered.
“The victim’s brother who’s also a brother,” Daniel retorted.
Eve nodded and sat back down on the bed next to her cat.
“What did it say?” he asked.
“That he was sorry for the evil he had done and that he had to leave to make things right,” Jackson replied.
“I’m not a lawyer, but that doesn’t sound very good” came the response.
“He’s upset,” Eve explained, wanting to set him straight. “He’s upset because his sister is dead and he thinks that because he gave her some writings he brought this danger to her.”
“Well, it appears as if he’s right about that,” Daniel noted.
“They’re serving breakfast now,” Detective Lujan responded. “It’s after eight. Oh, and I heard a little about the other nuns being sent away. I’m sorry about that.”
Eve dropped her eyes.
“I guess you’re the last to leave.”
She didn’t respond.
“Well, anyway, I’m sure we’ll see each other again, Sister, if you stay, that is.”
There was a pause and Eve still made no reply.
“I’ll be around,” he said, backing away from the door. “So nice to meet you, Captain Divine.”
And she was just about to correct what she thought would be the common mispronunciation of her family’s last name when she suddenly realized he had said it perfectly. She stood at the door, watching as he turned and headed down the hall.
“You already in trouble?” came the question from behind her.
SEVENTEEN
“What is it with all of you?” Eve spun around and asked Daniel. He had apparently entered the building from the other end of the hallway. “Can’t a person have time to get ready before folks just start showing up at her door in the morning?”
He stopped before getting all the way to where she stood. “Hey, is that what you call the ministry of hospitality around here?” He grinned. “Because if it is, Father Benedict may be rolling over in his grave.”
She put Daisy down and held out her arms. Detective Hively came over and gave her a big hug. “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said. “Hello, Little Sister.”
Eve released her father’s former partner. “Where have you been?” she asked, still somewhat shaken from her last visitor. She dropped her arms and turned back to the door to her room, managing to get a good look down the hall where Detective Lujan had just headed. She walked in when she could see that he was already gone. Daisy was sitting on the bed.
“It’s only eight o’clock,” Daniel answered, following her into the room. He saw Jackson and gave a quick salute. “Partner,” he said, greeting him.
“What have you found out?” Eve’s father wanted to know.
Daniel gave a disapproving look first at the Captain and then back at Eve. “Is this the way you greet people here? No ‘How you doing, friend?’ Or ‘Come in and have a seat, Daniel’?”
“Come in and have a seat, Daniel,” Eve and Jackson said at the same time, and then they couldn’t help themselves and both let out a laugh.
“That’s more like it.” Daniel sat on the edge of the desk, angling himself so that he could face father and daughter.
“What time did you get here and what did Lujan want?” he asked.
“I think the sister here might just have a crush on the new policeman,” Jackson said.
“What?” She shook her head. “I do not.” She rolled her eyes and gave her attention to the detective sitting by her. “Did you drive the Beemer?” She had been with him when he picked out his new car, and she was curious to see if he was driving it today.
“Don’t change the subject. And no, I am not driving the Beemer. It’s not shipped yet. And I don’t plan to drive it when I’m working. It’s for the weekends.” He winked. “What did the detective want?” he asked again.
“I had a letter from Brother Anthony,” she answered.
“The victim’s brother who’s also a brother,” Daniel retorted.
Eve nodded and sat back down on the bed next to her cat.
“What did it say?” he asked.
“That he was sorry for the evil he had done and that he had to leave to make things right,” Jackson replied.
“I’m not a lawyer, but that doesn’t sound very good” came the response.
“He’s upset,” Eve explained, wanting to set him straight. “He’s upset because his sister is dead and he thinks that because he gave her some writings he brought this danger to her.”
“Well, it appears as if he’s right about that,” Daniel noted.
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