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“As Francis drove towards the church he was disturbed by all the police cars parked at the front of the main entrance. No one had called him. What had happened? He approached one of the uniformed policemen who was standing just inside the yellow tape barrier. “I am Fr. Francis. This is my church. What has happened?” Fr. Francis was directed to the plain clothes officer. Sandfield saw the good-looking young priest approaching him. He was tall, and looked more like a model sporting a priestly collar than a priest. “I am Detective Constable Sandfield. I am sorry to inform you that an elderly priest was killed here overnight. He has already been transported to the coroner’s office.” Fr. Francis felt his legs weaken and was suddenly unsteady on his feet. He felt as if he was on a roller coaster that was going too fast and wouldn’t stop. “How …,” he barely managed. “It appears, by the markings around his neck, that he was strangled. There will be an autopsy. We talked to a Mrs. Delany who said you were expected this morning. She tried to call you but …. Francis couldn’t make out any more of what the detective was saying. He had talked about a phone call. There was no phone at the cottage and his cell phone … where was his cell phone? His mentor and old friend was dead. It was his fault. He had asked him to stay at the church so he could go away for a few days to relax. His friend encouraged it. He was relaxing while his friend was being killed. How could this be happening? The words of the detective slowly became audible, “Mrs. Delany called the Archdiocese. They are making arrangements. We’ve already swept the church. You can have your church back by the end of the day. We’re working hard trying to get this done.” Francis stopped hearing the words again. He was in a fugue state. “Father, I know this must be a shock to you. Why don’t you go to your house and we’ll talk to you a bit later. Ok?” Excerpt From: Silva Redigonda. “The Internet Murders.”