02-12-2022, 03:53 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-12-2022, 03:53 AM by Malachi Brennan.)
The basket wasn't heavy. Malachi glanced down when it was handed off to him, but didn't pry. The contents were for Father Richards.
(So if he wanted to take a look, he'd do so after the door was shut.)
Was Constable Crane always so nervous? Or maybe that wasn't it, maybe his flustered state was...
"...probably best he doesn't even know I was here."
Ahhhhh.
Malachi smiled. Like a cat, if that cat had just captured a mouse in its teeth. An expression that, without having known him longer than a few minutes, probably just looked friendly.
"Of course, Constable Crane," he nodded. "I'm sure you're a very busy man, I would not want to keep you from your duties."
It was an excuse that the Constable hadn't asked for, but one that the priest supplied nonetheless, if only to keep him from feeling like he had to explain.
"I'll tell him it's from someone in the church, as you said. Is there anything else that I can do for you, Constable?"
(So if he wanted to take a look, he'd do so after the door was shut.)
Was Constable Crane always so nervous? Or maybe that wasn't it, maybe his flustered state was...
"...probably best he doesn't even know I was here."
Ahhhhh.
Malachi smiled. Like a cat, if that cat had just captured a mouse in its teeth. An expression that, without having known him longer than a few minutes, probably just looked friendly.
"Of course, Constable Crane," he nodded. "I'm sure you're a very busy man, I would not want to keep you from your duties."
It was an excuse that the Constable hadn't asked for, but one that the priest supplied nonetheless, if only to keep him from feeling like he had to explain.
"I'll tell him it's from someone in the church, as you said. Is there anything else that I can do for you, Constable?"
