Father Calvin had only been a parish priest at St Winefride’s for two months before he was summoned to sit in the stout leather chair kept for errant priests in the administrative office at the Archdiocese of Liverpool.
As he stood waiting for Monsignor David Wickham, the diocese’s vicar general, he thought about the last two weeks and the visit to his small rectory house by the police. Thank God his housekeeper hadn’t been there to see them take his computer. He had nothing to hide, or at least nothing that couldn’t be truthfully explained.
