“Then believe the situation will be taken care of.” He rose, controlled as ever, to his feet. Okay, that sounded great. And also a bit Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest? I swallowed. “By…taken care of…you don’t mean in a murdery way, right?” He looked startled. “I hadn’t planned on it. Although it could be arranged if it became necessary. Or if you—” “No. No. Please don’t.” “If you weren’t clearly distraught”—he gave me the faintest of smiles—“I’d be a little concerned at how casually you assumed I’d resort to assassination.”
