Monday 8:04 P.M.
Back at the station, Molton said, “I’ve got a strange request here.”
“Stranger than the time—” Fenwick began.
Molton cut him off. “Either of you heard of St. Raguel of Leon church?”
They shook their heads.
“It’s on the near north side. Used to be a huge immigrant parish. Then when the neighborhood changed, it became an activist church for a lot of very good causes.”
“What kind of good causes?” Fenwick asked.
“In the sixties it was Civil Rights, helping poor people, helping the community. They did some good. The same priest ran the parish for ages beyond ages.”
“Isn’t that against diocesan policy?” Fenwick asked.
“What do you know about diocesan policy?” Turner asked.
“I read the papers. Didn’t that priest on the south side who did a lot of good stay on far beyond the term limits they have?”
“Diocesan churches do. I’m not sure churches run by religious orders do.”
“Don’t tell me,” Fenwick said, “This was a church run by the Sacred Heart of Bleeding Jesus Order.”
Turner said, “It was run by the Sacred Heart of Bleeding Jesus Order.”
“How would you know that?” Fenwick asked. “And I said don’t tell me.”
“We’re working this one case,” Turner said. “Why else would the Commander be bringing us this call?”
Fenwick snorted. “Show off.”
Molton said, “Paul’s right.”
“What did the caller say?” Turner asked.
Molton said, “You can find information about the bishop’s death if you call at the rectory.”