“As I said earlier, over the past several days Sister Anselm had e-mailed me some of her concerns,” Bishop Gillespie continued. “She felt that even in a hospital setting, Mimi Cooper might still be in danger-that the people responsible for the attack on her life might attempt to strike again. She was also concerned that due to working so closely with Mimi, she, too, might be targeted. It turns out she was all too right about that,” he added regretfully. “What do you think?”
Bishop Gillespie’s direct question put Ali on the spot. “I was there,” she said finally. “I know that the man who died this afternoon, Thomas McGregor, is the person most directly responsible for what happened to Sister Anselm, but I don’t believe that he acted alone.”
“Why?” Bishop Gillespie asked. “Who else do you think might be involved?”
“I’ve been told there may have been two people in the vehicle that picked Sister Anselm up this morning, supposedly under the guise of giving her a lift to the hospital. The parking attendant at the hotel told me that vehicle was red. The vehicle McGregor was driving this afternoon, the one he abandoned in the desert, was green.”
Bishop Gillespie nodded thoughtfully. “All right,” he said. “That makes sense. Two vehicles; two people. It’s my understanding, Ms. Reynolds, that you were with Sister Anselm at the time she was rescued. Was she able to tell you anything about the identity of her attackers?”
Ali shook her head. “No, she was in bad shape by the time I found her, but if she recognized her attacker, she didn’t pass that information along to me. She wasn’t able to.”
“I’m quite confident she would have, had she been able,” Bishop Gillespie said, patting Ali’s hand. “She trusts you implicitly.”
“I’m not sure why,” Ali said.
“Sister Anselm is a very good judge of character,” he said. “That’s one of the reasons she’s good at her job.”
“What about her e-mails to you?” Ali asked. “Did she give you any theories about who might have been behind that initial attack on Mimi Cooper? And did you know Mimi Cooper died earlier this evening?” Ali added as an afterthought.
“Yes, I know,” Bishop Gillespie replied. “I was made aware of Mimi’s passing. As for Sister Anselm’s suspicions? She had several interesting takes on the situation. She was quite certain the victim’s spouse, Mr. Cooper, was in no way responsible.
“Sister Anselm found the son and the daughter to be quite contemptible, individually and collectively, but she also regarded them both as relatively ineffectual. She didn’t believe either of them would have the intestinal fortitude to plan or carry out this kind of horrific action. Still, she said there was something insidiously personal about the attack.”
“Yes,” Ali agreed. “Which brings us back to Thomas McGregor. I’m sure he holds the key to everything-to what happened to Sister Anselm today as well as to the attack on Mimi Cooper on Monday.”
“What is Sheriff Maxwell’s department doing to make those connections?” Bishop Gillespie asked, then held up a cautioning hand. “Please understand that I wouldn’t be at all offended if you’re not authorized to tell me. This is, after all, an ongoing investigation.”
Except it isn’t, Ali thought. Dave had already told her that Sheriff Maxwell was deferring to Agent in Charge Donnelley.
“As far as I know,” Ali said, “no one in Phoenix has initiated any kind of investigation into the matter of Sister Anselm’s abduction.”
“That’s not entirely true,” Bishop Gillespie said with a smile. “I reported it myself. Phoenix is the kidnap capital of the world at the moment, but most of the ones that happen here are drug-related and involve people being held for ransom. A non-drug-related kidnapping with no ransom demand, a recovered victim, and a dead perpetrator isn’t high on anyone’s list of priorities.”
That was Ali’s take on the situation as well, but she didn’t comment aloud.
“It’s unfortunate,” Bishop Gillespie continued, “but that’s the way it is. Yes, the person who tried to murder Sister Anselm earlier today, the trigger man as it were, may be dead, but the person or persons who set him on that evil path is not. My main concern and my main reason for becoming involved is to protect Sister Anselm from suffering any further harm. To do that may require some coloring outside the lines, as my mother used to say. That’s where you come in.”
“Me?” Ali echoed. “How?”
“I know from the online research we did on you that you’re acquainted with a certain young man up in Sedona, a very useful young man by the name of B. Simpson.”
Ali’s jaw literally dropped. She didn’t expect Bishop Gillespie to know about B., or Ali’s relationship to him, but clearly the bishop was a talented interrogator, and there was no reason to deny it.
“Yes,” she said.
“I suspect that a request for help coming directly from me might not rate high on Mr. Simpson’s to-do list. I believe you might have a better in with him.”
“Possibly,” Ali said. “What kind of help do you need?”
“I was informed that Mr. McGregor’s having a cell phone with him was something of an anomaly.”
Ali nodded. “That’s my understanding as well.”
“At the moment I happen to have two phone numbers in my possession,” he said. “One is the number of the phone Mr. McGregor was using, and the other is the number of the phone that was used to call him numerous times in the last week or so. I won’t mention how it is that I came to have access to those numbers. That would be indiscreet. I was told that since they’re from disposable phones, there is no way they can be traced, but I happen to know better. I believe that if someone as resourceful as Mr. Simpson were to apply himself to this problem, he might do a great deal to give us some answers, and we need answers, Ms. Reynolds. We need answers in the very worst way.”
With that, Bishop Gillespie reached into his vest pocket and extracted a single piece of paper. When he held it out to Ali, she hesitated, but only for a moment. It seemed clear to her that no one else was looking out for Sister Anselm right then. In that regard, Bishop Gillespie was the only game in town.
“Thank you,” he said when she took it. “I’ll only be here for another hour or so, but my people will be here twenty-four/seven. There are these two here in the waiting room, two in the lobby, one outside in the parking garage, and one roving about. That is to say that you needn’t trouble yourself about Sister Anselm’s safety so long as she’s here. I’m more concerned about her safety once she leaves the hospital.”
“Yes,” Ali said, slipping the paper into her own pocket.
“Don’t worry about getting in touch with me,” Bishop Gillespie added. “I’ve taken the liberty of writing my cell phone number on that slip of paper as well-down at the bottom of the page. Feel free to call me. Anytime.”
“Yes, Your Excellency,” she managed.
“None of that,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “Just call me Father,” he said. “That works.”
Riding down in the elevator, Ali reflected on what she’d heard. With Bishop Gillespie’s support, Sister Anselm had devoted her life to repaying a long-ago act of Christian charity. Unfortunately, more than half a century later, that repayment effort had resulted in an unsuccessful attempt on Sister Anselm’s life.
It was after midnight when Ali stepped off the elevator in the hospital lobby. At first she thought the place was deserted, but before she could make it into the garage elevator, a man came hurrying after her, calling out, “Hey, Ali. Wait up.”
Wishing she had the red wig on her head instead of in her briefcase, Ali turned to face the man who trotted after her. He turned out to be none other than the ELF-specializing investigative reporter, Kelly Green.
“How is she?” he wanted to know.
“How is who?” she returned.
The garage elevator door opened. She stepped on. So did he.
“You know who I mean,” he said. “That nun they call the Angel of Death. I believe she had been looking after Mimi Cooper.”
Ali simply stared at him and said nothing while Kelly rushed on. “I understand that McGregor guy, the one who got killed earlier today and who allegedly started the fire in Camp Verde, is someone with long-term connections to ELF. What about this injured nun? What’s her connection? I’m working on a book on the Earth Liberation Front, you see,” he explained. “Anything you could tell me would be greatly appreciated.”
