"I left the poor soul here, with Brick," the priest said to the officer. "But when I came back..."
The officer looked annoyed. They had an escaped murderer on the loose, and he was chasing a missing person. The dispatcher had thought it might be Lydia Harrison, trying to get a change of clothes. But he'd turned up nothing. "What about you, Brick?" He asked the conservatively dressed man.
"I was just here dropping off clothes for the needy," Brick said. "I didn't see anything, Officer. May I go? I have to go home and finish my homework."
Funny, he doesn't look like a student. The Officer blinked. Maybe it was the lighting, but he mentally adjusted Brick's age downward a bit. "You can go," he told him.
"I'll pray for you, Officer, in getting that horrible murderer off the street."
Yeah, right, he thought. We probably need all the help we can get.
He headed back to his patrol car.
