The Chosen Seed: The Forgotten Gods: Book Three
Cass didnâ€™t turn around until he heard the tentative steps coming through the doors behind him. The church was quiet and heâ€™d picked a row near the back, away from the two old women busily arranging flowers and polishing silver. Not that they were paying him any attention; heâ€™d lit a candle and now he was moving his mouth silently and that was enough for them to think him one of the fold. It didnâ€™t take much these days â€“ the Church was a club desperately in need of new members.
He raised his hand to the elderly man clutching a small suitcase, but even then it took Father Michael a couple of seconds to recognise him. He hurried over, looking nervous.
â€˜Cass,â€™ he said, his eyes searching Cassâ€™ face for some trace of guilt or innocence. â€˜Youâ€™ve lost weight. And the hairâ€”â€™
â€˜Looking like Cass Jones might get me unwanted attention. And having a hole blown through your shoulder can make you drop a few pounds.â€™
â€˜Of course, of course.â€™ Father Michael looked apologetic. â€˜But are you okay? You just disappearedâ€” I was worried. I was surprised to hear from you, but I canâ€™t say that I wasnâ€™t pleased â€¦â€™
â€˜A friendâ€™s been looking after me,â€™ Cass said, then, â€˜Iâ€™m getting there.â€™
There was a momentâ€™s awkward silence where all the allegations hurled at Cass via the worldâ€™s press hung between them.
Cass broke the silence. â€˜Thanks for bringing the stuff. I appreciate it.â€™
â€˜Itâ€™s fine.â€™ Father Michael smiled. â€˜The police havenâ€™t been back to the house, not since your troubles started. I presume they were just checking to make sure you werenâ€™t hiding out down there â€“ as if youâ€™d be that stupid. As if youâ€™d killed those peopleâ€” I wonder sometimes if anyone ever knows anyone at all.â€™
â€˜You donâ€™t think Iâ€™m guilty?â€™ He tried to hide his surprise.
â€˜Not for a moment, Cass.â€™ Father Michael was looking at him with something close to pity. â€˜You have to ask?â€™
â€˜Everyone else does.â€™
â€˜People can get blinded by evidence.â€™ The old priest winked. â€˜Why do you think no one believes in God any more?â€™
Cass almost laughed aloud as an unexpected warm rush of gratitude flooded him. He hadnâ€™t wanted to call, but he hadnâ€™t been able to come up with any other way to get the photographs and documents out of his dead parentsâ€™ house. Heâ€™d expected suspicion, but on reflection maybe he had just been blaming Father Michael for his own fatherâ€™s crimes, simply because the priest had been his fatherâ€™s friend, and one of the few people close to him still alive.
|May 30, 2020
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