I’m Martha, the Vicar of All Saints. Are you staying in the area for long?”That rather upset him, though he couldn’t say why. David’s response...was intended to put this female Vicar in her place. “I live here. Your predecessor, the Father Newenham buried my wife here three years ago and I haven’t been to church since then. Have you been in post long, Mrs. Martha? Sorry, I don’t know the correct honorific for a female Vicar, and Mother Martha seems odd though Father Newenham seemed perfectly. With the companies growth and the money from the assassinations I was set for life, but being as paranoid as I am about going broke I invested in stocks. I was walking threw the local mall window shopping so to speak. When I heard a commotion behind me. I turned around to see two security gaurds chasing a guy in a hooded sweatshirt carrying a purse. Noticing this I kick out into his stomach as he approached me while he was down I got the purse while the security gaurds put him in handcuffs.. I didn't notice." Nor did you notice that I unlocked the door and ensconced our guests. Why would I do that?" Well due to Nancy not being here..." Hove paused, "That's odd. I distinctly remember you instructing her to stay here." Yet I did not knock, for I knew she would not be here."Hove looked mystified, "But how, how could you know she would disobey you?" Well Brighton, I failed to check if she had a keep-sake although I checked you." But that was due to the Sergeant's arrival," protested. "Don't talk ugly, Peter. I'd have your father do it, but he's bowling tonight. Be a good boy. You can take the car."Peter got to his feet and jerked the coat out of her hands. He stamped angrily from the house.Ten minutes later Peter slammed on the brakes in front of Joan's house. He grabbed the coat roughly in his fist, trying to wrinkle it, and stamped up the walk. Joan answered the door, her baby in her arms."Why, Peter, what a pleasant surprise. I haven't seen you since the big wedding,".