Chapter 14 - Under the Third Pew

Daniel showed the message to Reyes instead of rushing to the church. She met him at St. Agnes with a uniformed officer, Father Gabriel, and Nadia.
Helen had always sat in the third pew, left side, close enough to hear the choir but far enough from the aisle that nobody could stop to ask her favors after Mass. Daniel knew the spot without looking.
Beneath the pew was a narrow envelope taped to the wood. Father Gabriel eased it free while Reyes photographed its position. On the front, in Mallory's handwriting, were three words: I WAS WRONG.
Inside lay copies of a contract between Blue Iris and a private collections company. The contract described pressuring seniors into loans against their homes, then seizing the collateral.
"This isn't bridge financing," Nadia said. "It's a scheme to strip people of their homes."
Daniel felt cold. "And my sister knew."
A second page carried Mallory's signature approving the data transfer of donor addresses. Beside it was a handwritten note: Victor has the originals. He says nobody will believe copies. I tried to back out.
Reyes put the papers into an evidence sleeve. "She may be trying to cooperate. She may also be trying to protect herself. We have to find her."
Father Gabriel sat heavily on the pew. "Helen came to me one Sunday and asked if loving someone meant staying silent about what they had done. I told her no. She cried like a child."
Daniel touched the old wood. "She never stopped hoping Mallory would tell the truth."
"Hope and permission are different things," the priest replied.
A church employee ran through the side door. She had received a call from a woman crying in the background of loud machinery. The caller hadn't given a name, only an address.
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It was the abandoned flower distribution warehouse on Mercer Road.
Then the employee added, "The woman said someone was locking the exits."