The interview took over an hour. Alex got up and began pacing around the room. Every minute that went by felt like an eternity. What could he be asking her? Does her believe her? More importantly, would he be able to help her if he did.
The door finally opened and Father Moran appeared, “Forgive me, Tersa doesn’t want to come inside.”
Sgt. McConnel got up and headed for the door, “How is she?”
“I need to talk to Alex before I make any judgement, but I think you should join your daughter.”
The police officer nodded and stepped by the old preist. Father Moran turned to Alex and nodded, “It’s best if you come into my office.”
Alex got up and followed Father Moran into the next room. As the preist closed the door, Alex studied his surroundings as he stepped inside. The office had the same wood…
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