Velda patted her hair and smiled at him. “An old hobby of mine. I dabble a bit in magic spells, but I’m not very good at casting. Inez is much more accurate than I am. Martin, dear, do sit down. You look like you could use some feeding up. I’ll make a double batch of my soup and give some to you. We’ll have you fixed up in no time.”
Martin, still partially under the thrall of Nicolae’s voice, slumped heavily into the chair Nicolae had occupied, frowning up at him. “He thinks I did it. Father Mulligan thinks I bashed him over the head and took the poor box.” The confession came out in a rush, ended on a choked sob.
Velda and Inez instantly turned their attention to him, patting and stroking his hair soothingly and making clucking noises. “Father Mulligan must have suffered a concussion. He knows you would never do such a thing, Marty. I’ll go talk to him at once,” Velda said supportively.
“Oh, yes, Sister, we must go at once,” Inez echoed. “Father must be hurt badly to accuse poor Marty of such a thing.”
Martin Wright stared at his hands. “What if I did do it? Father Mulligan would never lie to me, and Tim said I came home covered in blood that night. He said I had the church box in my hands and I wouldn’t talk to him. That I just sat there, staring at the box.” He looked up at Velda, tears shimmering in his eyes. “I don’t remember. Could I have attacked Father? I’ve never hurt anyone in my life.”
“Martin.” Nicolae hunkered down so he was eye-to-eye with the man. Distress was emanating from Wright in thick waves. “What do you remember about that day
before
the assault on Father Mulligan. Where did you go? Who were you with? What did you do? Do you remember anything at all?”
“I did all the usual things. I went to work, I met Tim for lunch. We discussed the project like we normally do. He had his astronomy class, so I went down to the project site to talk to the contractor. I was there a long time. I remember thinking I wanted to show Father Mulligan the plans again because I was worried about a series of steps and a ramp leading to the gardens from the west side. I was afraid some of the residents might have a difficult time maneuvering them. The contractor insisted that the slope wasn’t that steep, but Father Mulligan knows a great deal about the hardships of people using walkers or canes because he talks with the elderly on a daily basis. I wanted a second opinion.”
“Oh, Sister!” Inez caught at Velda. “He did go to see Father Mulligan that night. You are right. There is something going on in the neighborhood.”
Velda nodded grimly. “Something evil is afoot. We should activate the neighborhood watch immediately.”
Nicolae winced inwardly. He had visions of little old ladies with shocking hair marching up and down the streets with magic potions and garlic wreaths. “Martin, before you went to the church to see Father Mulligan, do you recall going anywhere else? Did you stop to speak to anyone, even casually, or eat dinner? Did you drop by the neighborhood bar?”
Martin frowned, rubbed his temples. “I must have. I left the work site just after six o’clock. Father Mulligan was assaulted much later than that. He always goes to the church around eight-thirty or nine, I wouldn’t have tried to catch him before that.”
When did you discover Father Mulligan?
Nicolae asked Destiny.
It was close to ten, between nine-thirty and ten.
Nicolae turned once more to Martin. The sisters were fussing over him, leaving Martin somewhere between amusement and tears at their staunch support of him.
“Sister, you must make him a talisman,” Inez insisted. “Something to ward off evil. Martin, Velda can give you a powerful totem to wear around your neck.”
“Do you think vampires are involved?” Nicolae asked Velda with a straight face.
Velda glared at him. “Mock me, I don’t mind. I’ve lived with the knowledge of the supernatural world for years and the unbelievers who insist on making light of it. I know my duty.”
“Velda,” Martin interrupted. “It had to have been me. Tim wouldn’t lie, and neither would Father Mulligan. Tim says it isn’t the first time I’ve acted oddly and not remembered. I promised him I’d go for a checkup at the clinic.”
“Velda.” Nicolae’s voice was impossibly gentle, completely compelling. “I am so sorry you misunderstood me. I have no idea if vampires exist or not and I would never make fun or mock you. I was asking your opinion.”
Velda blushed a bright shade of scarlet. “I thought...” She trailed off, her hands fluttering helplessly. “I’m so used to someone making fun of my beliefs, I jumped to conclusions.”