They walked down to the church and its school again, and sauntered
through the small church car park trying—and failing—to look
inconspicuous. There was no Kombi there
and they didn’t see the grey Corolla either.
“All right, the next place is where?” asked Luigi when they’d got back
into the car.
Cody consulted the sheaf of papers he’d stashed on the back seat. “The nearest is about 5 k’s away. Near Northcote.”
When they got there, it was an old age home. And it looked very staid and institutional. There wasn’t a single person wandering its
spacious but dreary grounds.
“Didn’t you say that the Kombi was kitted out for camping?” asked
Luigi.
“Yeah. Looked like it. A little stove, cupboards, a bed.”
“So not really for old people. I
mean, OK, there are some who might go camping, but wouldn’t they want more
comfort? It sounds more like someone, an
adult, with, let’s guess, a couple of youngsters along.”
“Yep.” Cody paused. “ You know … a boy’s home or a school does sound
more likely. A horrible thought. What does he do to the schoolboys?”
Luigi’s face hardened. “Yeah. But he’s a closeted homo, isn’t he? I mean, no straight guy would do that. Cut you and then rape you. So maybe, he’s …. Maybe he
pretends with the boys. Maybe …
not. There’ve been some horrible things
in the church. Rapes of schoolboys and
choirboys. The newspapers are full of
it.”
“We have to nail him, Lou. I … I
know about pretending and stuff. But ….
Jeez, Lou, he was … he was evil. I didn’t use to believe in that, but … he was.”
“Yeah. We’ll get him.” Luigi’s face was grim and hard. “Come on.
We have two more places to look at and then I want to take you
somewhere.”
“Where?”
“You’ll see!” And Luigi’s smile
transformed his face so that the grim anger was only a memory.
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