“Especially since Miami.”
“Right.”
“Have there ever been any witnesses?”
Curran motioned for the check and then frowned. “Well, in Dallas, some woman in a nightclub saw someone close to the victim right before it happened. She confirmed it was a man.”
“She saw him kill the guy?”
Curran smirked. “That’s the problem. According to the woman, the killer simply walked up and touched the man on his shoulder. After a few seconds, the person dropped dead.”
“You’re dismissing it.”
Curran smiled. “Well, come on. How silly does that sound? I’ve done a lot of research into Asian cultures and the closest thing I could dig up was a martial art technique called the death touch. But even that didn’t work that fast.”
“There are other traditions out there that might have something like that in them.”
“You know of any?”
Lauren shifted in her chair. “Actually, it sounds something like a reverse laying of hands.”
Curran shook his head. “Never heard of it.”
“Laying of hands is a traditional, albeit unusual method of healing.”
“You mean holistic?”
“Something like that. It’s widely accepted by the Catholic Church as a special occurrence. The healer places their hands on the afflicted and helps heal them using special energies.”
“Special energies?” Curran smiled.
Lauren pointed at him. “Don't look so surprised. A minute ago you were telling me about green brains, after all.”
“Touche.”
“Laying of hands has been acknowledged in the writings of the church for many years and while most consider it something of legend, there are reasonably accurate accounts of healers being able to cure in the name of God.”
“There’s a flip side — that reversal thing you spoke of?”
“I don't know.” She took a sip of water, thankful her stomach didn’t vomit it back up. “I could research it. See if there are any references to something like it anywhere. It sounds pretty odd, I know.”
“I don’t know if I need any help.”
“Sure sounds like you do.”
“You’re being stubborn again.”
“Determined.”
“Let me think about it.”
“Don’t think too long. There might be more bodies.”
“I hope not.” And she could see in his eyes that he really meant that.
Lauren smiled at him. She felt certain he’d come around. “How come you’re not with the Bureau anymore?”
“To be blunt, I was fired.”
“For not solving the cases?”
“That and an evil manager who had it in for me. I couldn't win to save my life. The Bureau canned me and I came north to Boston.”
“Why Boston?”
“At the time, I was dating a woman who had family up here. I figured it'd be nice to be closer to her.”
“Your relationship didn't work out?”
“It was one of those instances where you like the family more than the person you’re supposed to be in love with.”
I wouldn’t know, thought Lauren. “How did you get into the Boston Police Department?”
“My last friend at the Bureau put in a good word for me. That was five years back. Things are good, but it's not where I pictured myself when I was younger.”
“Let me guess: you wanted to head up the FBI.”
“Guilty as charged.”
“A boy's got to dream, I guess,” she said.
“You're telling me you don't have any dreams?”
“I never said that.”
“So…share on.”
She folded her hands. “All right. Thanks to my evil brother, I grew up pretty jaded. I hated men. I became the antithesis of feminine. I felt scarred, broken, unable to figure out what I was supposed to be doing with my life.” She leaned closer. “It was a lonely time for me. I traveled a lot. Hitchhiking here and there, skirting danger and even flirting with the same path my brother had chosen for himself.”
“What changed you?”
“God changed me.”
“What do you mean — you found him?”
“Kind of. He came to me in a dream one night. When I awoke, something inside of me felt changed forever. I can't really describe it. It was as if the sorrow I'd been carrying for all those years suddenly lifted. My vision cleared. I wouldn't turn to evil like my brother. I would turn away from it.”
“Become good.”
“More than that. I'd become a soldier in God's army.” She smiled and hoped he wouldn’t think she was some sort of weirdo. “Don't laugh. I know it sounds extremely cultish. But it's not at all.”
“I'm not saying anything.”
“Think about it, Steve. The world is full of evil. If it isn't people out actively committing evil acts, then there are millions of apathetic souls who will never stand up to evil, they'll never sacrifice themselves for the greater good. Their only concern is what's in it for them.”
“I agree.”
“I thought you would. We're similar in that respect, I think.” Lauren looked at the table of food. “I’m sorry, Steve, but I don’t think I can eat any of this after what we’ve been talking about.”
Curran nodded. “No sweat. I’ll get it to go.”
“I’m not good at leftovers.”
He grinned. “Fortunately, I am.” He waved the waiter over and the food disappeared. After a moment, he looked at her. “So, how do you intend to combat all this evil?”
“I asked myself that same question for a long time. Finally, six months ago, I found my answer.”
“Which was what?”
She smiled. “It's quite simple, really. I'm becoming a nun.”
Curran looked like his stomach had just dropped twenty stories. “Oops.”
She grinned. “I thought that might throw you for a loop.”
“Sorry, I had no idea.”
“Of course, you didn't.” She winked at him. “But then again, this wasn't actually a date…was it?”
Curran’s smile looked as natural as a five-leaf clover. “Uh…of course not. No way. I'm just gathering information about the case.”
She grinned some more. “Pay the bill, Steve. You're an awful liar.”
Chapter Four
Curran's phone rang as soon as he reached the office the next morning. He swallowed the gulp of orange juice and grabbed the receiver.
“Curran.”
“So? Was she any good?”
He grinned. “'Morning Kwon.”
“Man, don't ‘good morning’ me. I told you, I want details.”
“No details to give.”
“Liar.”
“I'm not.”
Kwon’s sigh came through the phone. “I don't believe this. I spend my time humping dead bodies all over town, doing extensive reports for you, busting my balls to make sure you’ve got what you need, and you can't even be bothered to spill a little dirt about what happened between you and that lovely lady. Thanks a lot.”
“You want details?” Curran grinned.
“Absolutely.”
“She's getting ready to become a nun.”
“So, you can be a cowboy. I've done the dress-up thing, man. It's kind of cool.”
“I mean it, Kwon. She's going to become a nun.” Curran didn’t feel good saying it, either. Last night had been the first almost date he’d had in a long time and it had felt really nice sitting across from a good-looking woman.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Well…”
“Yeah.”
“That sucks.”
“Yeah. I’m kind of fond of her.”
“’Fond of her?’ Curran, anyone ever told you that you got some weird old fashioned ways about you?”
“Yeah, I heard that before.” He bit into the muffin and chewed, but somehow the muffin didn’t taste as good today. “I like old fashioned.”
“She have any thoughts on why her brother's brain turned green?”
“I mentioned it but we didn’t stay on that topic for very long.”
“What'd you talk about, then?”
“The case. Her life.”
“Anything interesting?”
Plenty, thought Curran. But he wouldn’t share that with Kwon just yet. Part of him was still amazed Lauren had given up as much as she had last night. “She's running some stuff down for me.”