“Of course they will,” Jovino said, his eyes twinkling. “And despite the rather less than stellar conduct of some few of my colleagues, most people still do trust priests, Joe. They’ll believe me all right. Don’t concern yourself about that.”
Rizzo nodded, lifting his collar in anticipation of stepping out into the dark, cold evening. “Good,” he said.
Jovino shook his head, a sadness coming into his eyes. “I always knew Councilman Daily was something less than noble, Joe. But this.. . this tape. It’s an outrageous betrayal of trust. Of dignity. Of democracy.”
Rizzo shrugged. “Do yourself a favor,” he said. “Keep it simple. What we got here is a crime, Father. Forget about what’s right, what’s wrong, what’s a betrayal.”
Rizzo opened the door, the cold wind intruding immediately, biting at the exposed skin of his face.
“What we got here is illegal, ” Rizzo said, his eyes kind, his tone soft.
“A crime, Father. Just a crime.”