Free Dirty Deeds by Liliana Hart Page B

and the place she loved. All because she’d had the misfortune of being married to a monster.
    There were sniffles in the audience and I saw more than one person dab their eyes at her words. These were the people who loved her. Loved her enough to sin against the church that was their foundation and ask forgiveness later.
    “How did you find out about the reward money?”
    “He never told me his real name,” she said. “I knew what he did and where he was and the acts he committed. But never his name. And when I walked inside that locked storage room it was like a shrine to the man he was. He had newspaper clippings and flyers and letters written by government officials trying to find him. His reward was higher than all the others because he killed the most.” She shook her head and looked away. “Do you know how it sickens me that I shared a home and a bed with that monster for more than seventy years?”
    “You did what you had to do to survive,” Jack said. “No one blames you for that. It was a clever plan. And I would’ve never figured it out if anything else had made sense. But everything was too perfect. Everyone’s alibi’s and stories were the same. And I kept thinking that one of your priests might be dirty. It was the only thing that made sense. That he might forsake everything and lie, or commit the crime himself. But not all three would condemn their souls to hell.
    “So there was only one other alternative. You all devised a plan to get rid of Leon. You did it for Maria, so she would be vindicated after all these years and know peace in her last years. And you did it for your entire community. Because the reward money from killing and turning in Friedrich Durst would keep your island yours and the way it’s always been. You protected your priests from compromising their vows.
    “I couldn’t believe how many people came to Mass on a Saturday afternoon. And then I started checking the attendance of prior Saturdays. Service was well attended, but never that well attended. And then I remembered pieces of conversation about confession. Everyone was irritated in their statements that Leon took so long in his confession, because the lines were long that day. Because you all knew Leon was going to die and needed to confess the knowledge.”
    Jack looked at Father Fernando, and the old man had taken a seat by Maria. He took her hand and patted it gently.
    “And your priests were bound by the rules of confession. Your secret was safe with them. And when they found Leon’s body they could say truthfully that they didn’t see anyone in the courtyard or know who killed him. Because the killer didn’t go to confession that day. Isn’t that right, Doctor Hizumi?”
    I’d only seen a picture of Lee Hizumi, but he looked very much like his son, Will. He sat a couple rows back from Maria next to a pretty woman I assumed was Joe’s sister.
    “Who would know better how to kill?” Jack asked. “Than the man’s own doctor. You knew he’d had open-heart surgery. And you knew the best way to deliver the blow. Maria had taken the officer’s dagger from the storage unit, so it was symbolic to use it.
    “And Leon never left the church on his bicycle, despite the statements some of you gave to the contrary. The timeline was just too tight for what had to be accomplished. He was ushered right out the back doors and directly into the courtyard where he was told to meet someone. You killed him and left.
    “He never even rode his bike to services that day. He played dominoes every day at the café. He’d leave his bike there and walk to Mass. And then he’d walk back to the café for more dominoes until it was time to leave for dinner. The only thing you didn’t anticipate was that Father DeCosta would be so quick to call Joe before you could tell him. And you sure didn’t plan on Joe bringing us in on the matter.”
    “So what?” Will asked, sitting next to his father. “What can you do?”
    “Not a