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Dedication
For my husband, Phil
One
“Good afternoon. May I help you?”
Sidney’s always-perky voice faltered when the visitor didn’t reply.
The footsteps passed the admin’s desk and stopped before Giulia’s desk on the far side of the office.
“Your employer, please.”
Giulia looked up from the report on her screen, and the world tilted. A moment later, she put on her professional face and rose, hand outstretched.
“Good afternoon, Sister. How may we help you?”
She was surprised at how normal her voice sounded in the face of her former Superior General. Especially considering their last meeting, when the woman had flung Giulia’s Vatican-issued dispensation from vows smack in Giulia’s face.
Sister Mary Fabian gripped Giulia’s hand in that well-
remembered “businessman’s handshake.”
“The Community requires the services of a private investigator. I was informed that such is your new profession.”
“Yes, um, if you’ll wait just a minute, I’ll see if Mr. Driscoll is free.”
Giulia skirted her desk and knocked on Frank’s door, grateful she chose good, flat sneakers that morning, because her feet wanted to trip over themselves. At Frank’s “Come in,” she slipped inside, safe.
Frank Driscoll, founder and senior partner of Driscoll Investigations, kept scribbling notes in a handwritten log. “Did I hear someone out there?”
A giggle spluttered through Giulia’s lips. “You didn’t say that right. Someone—with a capital S—is out there.”
Frank looked up, running a hand through his short ginger hair, which stood straighter than hair ought to. “Not going back to that barber. Who’s out there? Why do you look like Sister Mary Evil’s after you?”
Giulia leaned against the door. “Oh, perfect. That’s exactly who wants to talk to you.” She took a deep, slow breath. “My former Superior General’s in the outer office. The Puppet Master.”
Frank’s hair seemed to rise to attention. “Seriously?”
“Yes. She says the Community needs a PI.”
“Seriously? That’s great.” He smoothed back his hair and stood, buttoning his suit jacket. “Thank God I wore a tie today. Come on and introduce us.”
Giulia let herself be carried by his brisk enthusiasm. Get ahold of yourself. This woman has no power over you anymore. She’s just another client.
She almost lost her composure when she opened the door and saw Sidney’s face. Their admin looked exactly like a kid watching her first Fourth of July fireworks: round-eyed and open-mouthed.
The office was narrow enough for Giulia to reach the imposing woman standing by her desk in three steps. Way too few.
“Sister Mary Fabian, Frank Driscoll. Mr. Driscoll, Sister Fabian, Superior General of the Sisters of Saint Francis of Greater Pittsburgh.”
Frank’s handshake appeared more than a match for Sister Fabian’s.
“Sister. Pleased to meet you. If you’ll step into my office, we’ll do our best to help.”
Sidney regained her voice the moment Frank’s door closed. “Wow. She reminds me of this really strict history teacher I had my freshman year. It must be the outfit that makes her look intimidating. Wait—it’s the habit, right?”
“Right. She doesn’t look like that just because of the habit. She could give lessons in intimidation.” Giulia leaned her burning forehead against the chilled window. I apologize to every weather-
man in Cottonwood, Pennsylvania, for complaining about this
record-breaking early cold snap.
Sidney’s voice came closer. “Maybe we should whisper, so our voices don’t carry into Mr. Driscoll’s office.”
“The woman has ears like a bat, but I think she’s laying down the law to Frank. We’re okay.” This window feels better than air conditioning in July.
“I bet you looked nicer than that when you were a nun. Did I tell you that Olivier said if you’d been a priest he would’ve asked you to bless his office? He gets his MSW in December.”
“That’s very sweet of Olivier. I didn’t know he was Catholic.”
“His whole family is, something wicked.”
“And you’re not?”
“Nope. We’re just generic Christians. We celebrate all the good holidays without all the guilt.”
The snort came out before Giulia could stop it. Then she pushed her face into her sleeve to stifle more laughter. When she opened her eyes, Sidney was staring at her with the “I’ve said something horrible and Giulia will hate me” look.
Giulia shook her head, sucked in a deep breath, and held up a warning finger. “Sidney, you have yet to say anything offensive to me, so stop looking like you’re going to get detention.” She snagged the Godzilla coffee mug from her desk and gulped the rest of her lukewarm cappuccino. “One of these days when I’m feeling invincible, I’ll tell you so many stories about the convent you’ll never want to hear the word again.”
Footsteps hit the wooden floor in Frank’s office, and the phone rang at the same moment. Sidney made a face, but returned to her desk.
The door opened and, like a gentleman, Frank ushered the Superior General through. “I’ll be in touch with you tomorrow morning at ten, Sister.”
“Thank you, Mr. Driscoll.” She opened the outer door for herself without acknowledging Giulia or Sidney, who was scribbling notes on a bright-pink “While You Were Out” pad.
Frank closed the door without a single click and leaned his back against it. “Dia trócaire.”
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Giulia raised an eyebrow. “And that means?”
“God have mercy. Don’t worry, ma’am, I haven’t taken the Lord’s name in vain in a month. I think.” He pulled at the knot in his tie. “I have to deliver that report to AtlanticEdge by nine tomorrow morning.”
“Mr. Driscoll, I can stay and type or read it over for you if you need me,” Sidney said. “Oh, and your basketball captain called.”
Frank groaned. “That’s right. We have a game at six.”
“No, you don’t, Mr. Driscoll. The other team has three guys down with the flu.”
“Poor guys, and hooray. Now that I have tonight …” He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. “Sidney, can you stay an extra half-hour? Giulia, if I got on my knees to you, would you come back in tonight?”
Giulia grinned. “Sidney, where’s your phone? We need a picture.”
Frank gave a theatrical sigh and hitched up his trouser legs.
Laughing, Giulia held up a hand. “No, don’t ruin that suit. Why don’t I just stay?”
“Normally I’d say yes, but I hate making people do busywork just because they have to wait for me. Did you have plans?”
“An intimate session with an elliptical trainer. What time do you want me back?”
“Six-thirty?” When Giulia nodded, Frank turned to Sidney. “I’ve got most of the report typed, but I need help formatting.”
“No problem, Mr. Driscoll, I’m taking a course to upgrade my Office skills. We just finished presentations and PowerPoint.” She bounced out of her rolling chair.
Giulia grinned again as Sidney trailed Frank into his office. I swear, she can make anyone smile. Even Sister Mary Fabian.
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Giulia decreased the resistance on the gym’s elliptical cross-trainer to finish her third mile. The five o’clock news on the wall-mounted ten-inch TV in front of her ended with a folksy local-interest segment.
Of all people from my past, why did Sister Fabian have to track me down? Does she care that she’s one of the top people on my “Die happy without seeing them again” list?
She switched to a national and world news channel. A thin, perky blonde tried to tone down her perpetual smile. “The United States Conference of Catholic Bishops issued a statement on the latest child sexual abuse lawsuit. It urges the faithful to pray for accusers to be healed of the sin of anger.”
Giulia punched the TV’s off button with her right hand and the cross-trainer’s resistance button with her left. When the incline hit 15 degrees, she increased her tempo.
I shouldn’t want to take a knife to those priests’ offending parts, but I do.
Her heart rate ramped up, and sweat ran down the sides of her face.
If they targeted adults, their sin wouldn’t be quite so monstrous. Maybe it would. Maybe they’d just fry in a different pit in Hell.
Ten minutes later she climbed off the machine and wiped it down. The buff executive types sweating at the machines on either side of her never took their eyes off SportsCenter.
She finished the last of her water bottle as she headed for the showers. You need to get a clue, Falcone. You’re not a representative of the Church anymore. You don’t have to try and explain the pedophilia scandal and the Church’s sin-of-omission response to eight classes of world-weary teenagers.
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Giulia turned up her jacket collar and peered down the street for the bus. “Of course it’s windy on the night I don’t dry my hair.” Her ringtone barely reached her ears through the gusts. Now I’ll have “We Will Rock You” looping through my mind. It may be time to change to a different Queen song.
“Thanks, Frank.”
“Huh? For what? Never mind. Did you eat yet?”
“No, I just got out of the gym.”
“Great. Neither did I. I’ll get pizza and pop. See you in a few.”
She closed the phone. “If my head doesn’t turn into a snowcone first. What’s up with this weather? Halloween isn’t for another month.”
The screech of air brakes interrupted her. The downtown bus was packed with people chattering about the 3-D movie opening that night, about sushi versus burgers, about hooking up with guys at the bars afterward.
I need a date. Not another brainstorming session with my boss masquerading as a date.
Two couples got on at the corner of Euclid and Maple. Giulia watched surreptitiously as they sat in the rows opposite her, kissing and joking.
Suck it up. At least you’re not still in the convent.
Two
“I know this is good, Ms. Pizza Snob, so don’t go all connoisseur on me.” Frank reached across his desk and handed Giulia a paper plate with two triangular slices on it.
Giulia set down her Mountain Dew and filled her mouth with sausage and peppers. Workouts plus stress had tripled her appetite.
“Mmgph, yefs, it isf.” She swallowed. “Where is this place?”
“It took over the sub joint on Oak.” He wiped his hands on a recycled-paper napkin. “Did your head nun get her attitude from putting up with everyone singing Fabian songs at her?”
Giulia forced herself to swallow so she wouldn’t spray Frank with Dew. “We never did it where she could hear us. When she was younger, she had a vocal range like Julie Andrews. But she had surgery for throat cancer, and it killed her voice.”
“Ouch.”
“She has trouble being grateful for surviving. It spills over into everything.”
Frank started another slice. “Giulia, I thought you gave up sugary nun-speak. Real people don’t talk like nineteenth-century prayer books.”
She shrugged with one shoulder. “Force of habit, even after more than a year in the real world.”
He grinned. “That’s why you have me and Sidney to set you an example. Anyway, so Sister Fabian runs the place? No wonder you bailed.”
“It was much more complicated than that.”
He smiled around a mouthful of crust. “Like a bad divorce, huh?”
Too many replies crowded Giulia’s tongue for her to give voice to any of them.
Frank swallowed. “Never mind; you know I’m not serious. Here’s the scoop on our new job. First, did you know that four different convents merged last spring?”
“Communities, Frank. A convent is a single building.”
“I bow to your superior wisdom. So many nuns called it quits that separately the four Communities couldn’t make rent.” He finished his Coke. “What did you and your convent-mates think about the merger?”
“We were all for it if it kept us going.”
“All mergers should go so smoothly. Apparently everyone felt like that. You done?”
When Giulia nodded, Frank closed the pizza box on the last two slices, and Giulia cleared plates and napkins off the desk. Fire trucks and at least one ambulance sped past their building.
“I’ll show you why that’s important in a sec.” Frank turned his monitor so they could both see it. “This isn’t pretty. A Novice—that’s the second year, right?—killed herself eight days ago.” He continued over Giulia’s gasp, “The higher-ups are positive it was suicide, and the police closed the case. But the parents aren’t happy with Sister Fabian’s explanation. She claimed the Novice was depressed and unbalanced, and the parents disagree.”
“They should. The Community puts us through the entire spectrum of psychological tests before we’re cleared to enter.”
Frank shrugged this time. “She claims this Novice slipped through the testing cracks. Plus the Novice was from southeast Maryland. She had trouble adjusting with no family nearby as a safety net.”
“Did Sister Fabian say whether or not the Novice was watched and hounded and scrutinized every minute she was off the Novices’ floor? Did she say that maybe the Maryland Motherhouse w
as different, and Pittsburgh was the real problem? Did she admit to using her personal brand of humiliation plus intimidation to bring everyone into line?” Giulia snatched her pop can and took a long drink to cut herself off.
Frank whistled. “That bad?”
“Sorry for the rant. Yes, that bad.”
“Jesus, Giulia, why’d you stay there so long?”
“Some other time. What does the job entail?” She clipped the words to avoid breaking into another rant.
“Right.” He opened a spreadsheet on the monitor. “The parents threatened to sue the convent—Community—for wrongful death. Sister Fabian offered to bring in an impartial third party—namely, us. The parents agreed to abide by the third party’s decision, but here’s the catch. Some big celebration’s on Wednesday, and she wants this dealt with before then.”
Giulia rolled her eyes. “Saint Francis Day, Mr. Francis Driscoll.”
“Oh, yeah. She said there’s also a major reunion starting this week, and the investigation has to be invisible to everyone.”
“We’ll just use our interdimensional travel beam and psychic powers?”
Frank snorted. “You’re watching too many cheesy sci-fi movies.”
“I’m serious, Frank. I trashed an invitation to that reunion. The Motherhouse will be wall-to-wall people. You and I don’t have a shield of invisibility or supersonic hearing.”
A screenshot of the Philadelphia 76ers replaced the spreadsheet. Frank kept his eyes on Giulia. “No, but we have a secret weapon. You.”
She stared.
“It’s perfect, Giulia. I thought of it the minute Sister Fabian mentioned keeping things invisible.” He picked up a pen and drew bullet points on the top of the pizza box. “You won’t have to learn how to fit in—you already fit in.”
Slam.
Frank jumped. The Dew can crumpled slightly under the force of Giulia’s panic.
“Strip me naked, smear my body with honey, and bury me in an anthill first.”
Frank dropped the pen onto the cardboard. “What?”
“Go back in the convent? Are you kidding me?” Her heart rate ramped up like she was back on the elliptical machine.
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