Father Wagner followed the man in the suit. He did not wish to call the man by name; in case he wanted to forget it. This is how he operated in his homeland. He didn't want to slip back into his old ways but Peter...no, the man was persuasive.
"How about a drink?" the man said.
"I'm not sure, I should be..."
said Father Wagner
"Two whiskeys neat".
Father Wagner glared at the man. He didn't want to drink anything that would lower his inhibitions. Yet, he didn't want to displease Peter. Damnit, he's a man in a suit...he doesn't have a bloody name! Father Wagner was furious with himself.
The drinks came and Peter sat down very close to Father Wagner.
"I'm a priest..." started Father Wagner.
"I'm sure a very good one. But you're not dead, are you?" said Peter.
"Dead?, no!"
Three Rounds Later...
Peter watched as the priest slowly drifted in and out.
He knew this would be his opportunity, he kissed Father Wagner. Father Wagner sat up and hissed but did nothing more.
Peter O'Harry called someone on his mobile:
"He is ready, where is the drop?"
On the other end:
"Hotel Augustus, Room 45".
Peter O'Harry disconnected with the last call. He then dialed another:
"This is Father Peters, for Cardinal O'Cronin"...
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