“I’m so sorry,” Colcord interrupted, “but we’ve got urgent matters to attend to. I can assure you that the situation with Father Moore was a misunderstanding, nothing more.”
He ushered Cash away and toward his patrol vehicle. Twen didn’t follow.
“What the hell, Cash?” he said as he slid into the driver’s seat and slammed the door. “Calling himuncooperativeon camera? Not to mention your stammering—you look all sorts of guilty.”
Cash thumped down in the passenger seat, breathing hard. “Just lay off a second and let me think, all right? Damn it to hell.” She banged the side of the car door with a fist in frustration.
“She seems to know a whole lot more than—”
“They, Colcord. Don’t you know about pronouns yet?”
“For chrissake. All right.Theyare no dumb reporter, and they alreadyknow a whole lot more about the investigation than they should. And you, Cash—youbotched that question.”
“I was ambushed,” Cash said weakly.
“This is gonna be on the evening news,” Colcord said, rubbing his temples. “We need to be prepared for fallout.”
