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experience with women. I wondered if that was what was making Father Sojak so nervous. He had a direct, forthright manner that I thought few people could resist, and yet, I could feel that he was hiding something from them. Was it Maggie or his omissions that made him so nervous?
    â€˜Father,’ Maggie said respectfully as she left the room. She, too, had been raised a Catholic, though I knew she no longer attended church and preferred instead to spend her Sunday mornings running along the shores of our town’s reservoir.
    The doors had barely shut on the elevator before Calvano asked Maggie, ‘Did you see the eyes on that priest? I bet the nuns go crazy over him.’
    â€˜Yeah, I saw his eyes,’ Maggie admitted. ‘And I could tell from them that he was hiding something. So was the husband.’ She sounded grim. She was not looking forward to telling Gonzales how she felt.
    â€˜You think he did it,’ Calvano said almost triumphantly.
    Maggie gave him a look of half disgust and half affection. ‘I didn’t say that. I just said he was hiding something.’ She stared at the floor numbers lighting up as they descended toward the ground floor. ‘If I had to put my money on it, I’d say he was innocent. What about you?’
    He shrugged. ‘I don’t think he did it, either. But I definitely don’t think drug cartels would send someone to Delaware to snatch a kindergarten teacher.’
    â€˜I don’t think so either,’ Maggie said. ‘But they might if she was more involved than she told her husband. For all we know, she’s the kingpin.’ She realized what she had said and started to laugh. ‘A beloved preschool teacher would be a good cover, right? I really don’t think that’s the case, but I do have a friend at Quantico I can call. She’ll run her name through the system and let us know if it’s popped up in an investigation before. That will allow us to at least evaluate whether that angle is a real possibility.’
    â€˜Without actually having to work with the FBI, right?’ Calvano said. He, like Maggie, believed that the answer to virtually every case that crossed their desk could be found locally, and that locals were the best people to find out the truth.
    â€˜Right. What did you think about the priest?’ Maggie asked. ‘You two seemed to hit it off, you brown-noser, you.’
    Calvano looked vaguely ashamed at what he was about to say. ‘He’s lying about something. But I think it’s probably got to do with how Danny brought her back over the border. I’m not buying that story.’
    â€˜Me either,’ Maggie said. ‘And I think Father Sojak is a lot more involved in this whole thing than he lets on.’
    â€˜You don’t go to church any more, do you?’ Calvano asked.
    â€˜What’s that have to do with anything?’ she said.
    â€˜I never met Father Sojak until today, but I’ve heard about him. The nuns at St Michael’s and St Raphael’s all think he has the touch.’
    â€˜What the hell is the touch?’ Maggie asked.
    â€˜He can heal people just by laying on his hands. He can reach people in comas. He can communicate with people close to death and reassure them before they go. They say he’s filled with the light and has the gift.’
    â€˜That sounds a little New Age for any of the nuns I know,’ Maggie said drily. Her view of nuns tended toward the unfavorable. I had eavesdropped many times on her conversations with her father and her memories of Catholic school were mixed.
    â€˜It happens,’ Calvano said, a little defensively. His faith was pretty important to him. ‘A lot of the saints were rumored to have a gift like that when they were mortals.’
    â€˜You think Father Sojak is a saint?’ Maggie asked skeptically.
    â€˜No. I just think it’s possible he has powers we can’t understand and I