Alex Kava Bundle - Alex Kava [618]
“We had Father Tony Gallagher down at the station on Saturday.” Pakula waited to see what that did to the archbishop although he certainly already knew this. Pakula wondered if it was a sin to bluff an archbishop. He’d do it anyway. “Why did you ask the monsignor to go to Rome? Was he delivering something to the Vatican for you?”
“Is that what Father Tony told you?” He shook his head, disappointed and hesitant about confessing what he was about to say, opening his hands again as if necessary to forgive his priest, “I’m afraid there may have been a bit of jealousy. You may find that’s true with Sister Kate as well. Both of them have projects that require funds—funds that we just don’t have available right now.” He shrugged and looked at Pakula as though surely he could understand.
“Sister Kate?”
“Sister Katherine Rosetti. She teaches history, takes the teenagers on field trips to museums and such. She gives little conferences and seminars in various places. For the most part her speaking fees cover her own travel expenses, but she seems to think such travel experiences should be available to her students. We simply can’t afford the expense nor the liability. I’m afraid she can be a bit vocal when she’s not pleased, and we’ve had to cut back on her budget recently.”
“So she’s not pleased right now.”
“No, I imagine not. I wouldn’t be surprised if she mentioned something.”
“Perhaps she will. I haven’t met her yet, but I’m sure we’ll be talking with her soon,” Pakula said, wondering if Sister Kate had been a bit vocal about the archbishop cutting her budget or if the archbishop had cut her budget because the good sister had been a bit vocal. It didn’t matter. What did matter was that there had been no denial about the monsignor’s mission to Rome. The archbishop’s only concern appeared to be about a couple of disloyal shepherds in his flock.
“Was there something in the missing portfolio? Anything that perhaps you asked Monsignor O’Sullivan to deliver to the Vatican?”
“There seems to be no portfolio.” The fingers stopped tapping and the hands clasped again.
“No, you’re right. There doesn’t seem to have been a portfolio with the monsignor. Of course, I have no way of knowing that it wasn’t with his checked luggage since Brother Sebastian picked it up from the airport.” He waited a beat, and added, “Illegally.”
“I’ve instructed him to have all of it ready for you to take back this morning.”
Never mind that it had already been ransacked, Pakula wanted to say, but let a smile at the corner of his lips do it for him.
“Hopefully, we’ll be able to put all of this behind us soon,” Archbishop Armstrong said with a sweep of his hands, now standing and putting an end to their meeting. “I trust you’ll keep me informed.”
Now Pakula couldn’t resist. Chief Ramsey would be pissed, but what the hell, the archbishop would find out anyway. Certainly it would be in the news by tonight. He stood and said, “I appreciate your taking time to talk to me. I’m sure we’ll have more questions especially after the FBI get here.”
“The FBI?”
Pakula nodded as he turned to leave.
“Does Mayor Franklin really think that’s necessary?”
Pakula stopped at the door. So Ramsey was right. Archbishop Armstrong was prepared to round up the yes-men. The power play was on and Armstrong was announcing his first move.
“Actually, it’s not Mayor Franklin’s decision. I’m sure you understand in a case as sensitive as this that it’s simply procedure to call in other experts.”
“Of course,” the archbishop said and waved at him as if he understood completely. This time he turned to leave out the side door, but stopped in the doorway so that now the two of them were each in an exit, like gunslingers ready to hurl the last word at each other rather than the last bullet.
“Of course I understand. We, too, have procedures that we need to follow. Procedures, for instance, with our college scholarship allocations. I’m sure you understand. Good day, Mr. Pakula.”
And he left without letting Pakula get a shot at him. It didn’t matter.