proper priest â¦â
As Father Vincent remained silent, Norman slapped him hard across his cheek and, simultaneously, kicked him on the shin. Losing his balance, he fell to the ground, clutching his injured leg. Instantly, he felt a boot on his spine and then another kick, this time to his jaw. His mouth filled with blood and he almost choked on it, spluttering, finding himself spitting out one of his own teeth.
âWe mean it, Father,â said Houston, bending over and delivering his message directly into the priestâs ear. âThereâs no place for you here. Do you understand?â
Vincent did not answer.
A kick to his nose followed. âDo you understand?â
âI heard you,â the priest whispered, and the words were accompanied by the sharp whistling noise of his breath through the gap made by his lost tooth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
âIs that you, Dominic?â Father Vincent asked, conscious once more of his new sibilance. In his mindâs eye he could picture the irritation on the Monsignorâs face as he realised the lateness of the hour.
âIt is, yes. To whom am I speaking?â The voice at the other end sounded blurry with sleep.
âVincent Ross.â
âVery good, Vincent. What do you want with me?â
âIâm sorry to bother you, particularly so late, but â¦â He hesitated, momentarily unable to find the words to describe his ordeal, knowing how sordid it would sound. âI know itâs late but ⦠Iâm in trouble. In my parish. Iâm in trouble â¦â The right words would not come.
âYes?â
âIâve been accused of ⦠well, actually Iâm not sure exactly what I am accused of. Having an affair â no, having sex with â one of my married female parishioners. I think thatâs it ⦠something like that.â
âIt is late, yes. Very late, and I was away at a conference in Birmingham all day. I didnât get back until after nine. Forgive me, but could this not wait until the morning? It doesnât, to be frank, sound like an emergency.â
A pulsating pain was building up in his lower jaw. Vincent closed his eyes, forcing himself to continue talking. âIâm sorry, Dominic, but it is. I donât think that it can wait. You see, the womanâs husband, plus one of his pals, aheavy, have just been here, after me, threatening me. With the Bishop still in hospital I thought I ought to speak to someone. To you, as you â¦â
âHeavens above! Are you all right, Vincent? Did they hurt you?â the Monsignor interjected, sounding startled and now fully awake.
âYes. Well, no, Iâve lost a tooth ⦠otherwise Iâm fine. But they say I have to leave â here, I mean, leave here. And they left me in no doubt that they meant it. So Iâll have to go ⦠for the moment at least. Until everything settles down.â
âMother of God! They hit you? When did all of this happen?â
Father Vincent glanced down at his watch. âIâm not sure. Forty minutes ago. Half an hour, maybe? I donât know. Iâve just washed my mouth out, and then I contacted you. I wasnât sure who to speak to, with James still being off.â
âIâll contact the Dean right away and heâll be with you within the next hour. Somebody will be with you, to give you some support. Will you be all right on your own until he gets there?â
âFine, thanks, Dominic. Iâll be fine.â
The paper tissue that he had been pressing against his mouth to staunch the bleeding had become soggy with blood. Disgusted, he threw it into the nearby bin and picked up his tumbler. His second mouthful of malt whisky went down more easily than the first, although he still did not enjoy the taste. It was as peaty and smoky as advertised, and therefore disgusting. But it would knock him out, be a good antiseptic, a good anaesthetic too,quite
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