“Nope.” Margot exaggerated thep. “If this goes to trial, it could screw over the rest of Patch’s season. And worse, there’s just no proof. Only his word. And he’s not the type to try and use the biggest microphone.”
Another car pulled up, a nondescript brown sedan. A priest climbed out, young, kind-faced, a little round, with close-clipped hair and a thinning patch in the back.
“Morning, Father,” Breezy greeted him.
“Are these the law offices of Barker and Barker?” he asked, polishing his glasses on a cloth handkerchief as they fogged in the winter air.
“And Barker,” Margot added.
He looked confused.
“It’s the law offices of Barker, Barker & Barker.”
“Why don’t they just say Barker?” the priest asked.
“Thank you!” Breezy said, throwing up her hands.
“Wait a second, are you... Sully?” Margot asked. Patch had told her about his best friend, a priest who worked in Sun Valley, one of Denver’s poorest neighborhoods.
“Father Sullivan, my child,” he chided, exuding an air of pious formality.
“Oh right, sorry,” she fumbled.
“I’m just messing with you,” he said, cracking a wide smile. “Let me guess. You are Magical Margot.”
She raised her brows. “Magical?”
“I’ve never seen Patch like this, and I’ve known him for over ten years.”
“And how is that?”
“At peace.” The priest put his hands on her shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze. “You brought him peace.”
Margot swallowed thickly before tossing her head. “Did you come to offer thoughts and prayers?”
“Actually, I used to play hockey myself.”
“Patch told me. He said you were good.”
“I was. He was better, the asshole. But I thought about bringing my old stick.”
“To the law offices.”
“I want to see Guy Footscray.”
“Are you threatening violence, Father?”
“Lead me from temptation.” He pressed his hands together and looked up at the sky.
Another press van pulled up to the front.
“I’ve got to get over there,” Neve said. “See if I can throw some water on the fire.”
“I’m coming too.” Breezy trotted over.
“And you?” Sully asked.
“I was going to slip in at the side door. I won’t barge up to the office. But I want to be close.”
