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..."I didn’t think so. I took the liberty of calling one of my cousins. He works for a security firm that installs alarms and cameras and stuff. He is coming here next week as a favour to me and he is going to do the work for free. You just have to pay for the monitoring for your house here each month. That won’t be too much.” Mrs. Delany was surprised that Fr. Francis did not argue with the policeman about that. He was always saying that it was an invasion of privacy, and he would just lock the doors of the church at night and at other times when he felt he should. Fr. Francis believed that the church should be open for the people who wanted to come to God’s house and that they should be with God in private. Fr. Francis said that the church belonged to the people and they should feel free and comfortable to come inside whenever they wanted. Cameras and alarms were intrusions. “Francis, do you know who could have killed the old man?” Tomasso asked casually. Francis thought he did know. It was the confessor. He must have returned while Francis was away on vacation. He had never felt so constrained, but he could not speak of this. Confession was sacred. The meal was finished and Tomasso rose from the wooden chair, which was surprisingly comfortable. Philip followed suit. Tomasso happily slapped Fr. Francis in the back, “Next week Francis, and get used to seeing me more often.” Tomasso grinned at Mrs. Delany, who always seemed to be within hearing. She was fussing with the dishes. He realized that she couldn’t see his grin. “Thank you Mrs. Delany! It has been a real pleasure meeting with you and the food was just wonderful! I am so glad that you are taking care of my good friend here!” Mrs. Delany decided she liked the shorter chubby policeman after all. He was very bubbly and very polite, and he was concerned about Fr. Francis. He was helping Fr. Francis. Everyone said their goodbyes and Tomasso and Philip left. Philip still had a warm feeling from the closeness of everyone, and the food. “He knows who the killer is.” Tomasso casually remarked. “What?” “He knows who the killer is.” Tomasso repeated. “Wouldn’t he tell you that, if he knew?” Philip asked surprised. Tomasso responded. “He’s a priest.” They left the church and returned to the station. ” Excerpt From: Silva Redigonda. “The Internet Murders.” www.silvaredigonda.ca