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“Now that I have your attention,” I say, “Katelyn Go”

“There’s not much to tell I needed cash My parish priest said he needed women to serve as nannies for his rich parishioners who didn’t want to use undocurants”

“And thatwo the them?”

“He was a priest, man Priests are on the up-and-up”

I can’t speak for ato stay with this fake narrative? “I’m pretty sure I wasn’t born yesterday, asshole I’d like the truth now”

“That is the fucking truth”

I grit ain”

“What? It’s the truth, man I swear to God”

“You swear to God? Like the good Catholic boy you are, I assume?”

“Fuck you”

Anger scratches at my neck like a bird’s talon “I can have you shivved in your sleep, dickhead, so geton the real story Now”

“I mean it It was the priest Father Jim Wilkins At St Andrew’s in Manhattan I was an altar boy”

“Was he that kind of priest?”

“What the fuck?”

“You knohat I’ about, DeCarlo Did he molest you? The altar boys?”

“God, no!” DeCarlo swivels his neck and uard

Shit I’m nowhere near done with this conversation

The guard comes forward, and DeCarlo covers thebetween them, but no discernible words

As soon as the phone is back on his ear, I say, “Watch your step We’re going to finish this conversation”

“Right,” he says “Yeah”

“I knons that guard,” I lie, “so what you do is up to you You may wake up with a knife in your back…if you wake up at all”

He nods, a nervous tick htly

I’ve learned to take notice of body language It kept me alive for the last ten years

“Now…the truth, please”

“It is the truth The priest said he needed women for nannies, that they wouldn’t be har cash”

“And you still expect me to believe that you trusted him? Believed this cockamamie story?”

“I was seventeen,me on the daily”