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devastatingly handsome. Nor were they supposed to have shoulders like Sherman tanks nor possess eyes that touched one like fires.
    “Well, Miss Miro? Or is it ‘Mrs.’? Or ‘Ms.’?”
    Donna scrambled to sit up, forcing herself to meet the priest’s eyes with a straightforward composure.
    “Miro is my family name,” she said curtly.
    He cocked a brow politely and Donna fervently wished that she had simply chosen one of the above.
    “You were never married?” he inquired.
    It was none of his business! she thought resentfully. But there was something about that white collar—she couldn’t lie or even evade.
    “Once.”
    “But no more?”
    “No more.”
    “Who were you looking for, Ms. Miro, and why?”
    The change in the tenor of questioning came so abruptly that Donna found herself momentarily tongue-tied. Then she blurted out the name that was an anathema to her lips. “A man named Andrew McKennon.”
    The lids closed briefly over the priest’s strange golden eyes; other than that, he gave no visible sign of any emotion.
    “Do you know him?” Donna demanded. It seemed almost impossible; there were over eight million people in New York City—at least that was the conservative estimate—and it seemed that she had at last stumbled on a man who had heard of Andrew McKennon.
    “Why are you looking for him?” the priest cross-queried.
    Donna hesitated a moment. She wasn’t accustomed to discussing her business with strangers, even if the stranger was a priest. And she was afraid she’d get the same answer she had gotten from the police—that she was probably worried over nothing. Lorna was an adult; it was her choice to disappear if she chose to.
    The police had been sadly uninterested with the whole affair. But then it was hard to blame them. According to the harried officer who had assisted her, thousands of people were reported missing weekly.
    “Ms. Miro?”
    He was waiting for an answer. She was going to have to tell him something.
    “A friend of mine disappeared here. The last letter I received from her mentioned a man named Andrew McKennon. Then I got a letter from McKennon himself, basically telling me to mind my own business.”
    The priest raised a dark brow and it seemed that a faint smile played about his lips. “But I take it that you don’t think you can mind your own business?”
    “Father, I’m concerned, very concerned. Lorna wrote to me from a hospital—the hospital has no record of her ever being there. I wrote to the return address on the letter McKennon had sent me and my letter was returned. I hired a private detective to find Lorna—he could come up with nothing. Then I came myself. I haunted the police station. They were barely interested in letting me fill out the missing persons form. Lorna mentioned that she was in danger. If she told me that she was in danger, how can I forget about it? Maybe she’s in over her head. Maybe she’s involved with people that no one should be involved with! I have to find out who this McKennon is! He could be a criminal, a drug addict, a murderer for all I know!”
    “Do you think that your friend would have involved herself with a man if he were a criminal?”
    “Not purposely, no.”
    “But maybe she has gone away just because she wanted to.”
    “And maybe she hasn’t. Father, if she had just decided to go away, she would have told me that. Damn it—she had already gone away from home! She was widowed about a year ago, and she came to New York for a change of pace. Father, she is worth quite a bit of money. I’m very afraid that she might be the victim of…”
    “Of what?”
    “Oh, I’m not sure! But some kind of foul play. And would you please stop with the questions! I asked you one.”
    “Ah, yes, you did.”
    “Well?”
    “You asked me about Andrew McKennon?”
    The words were softly voiced. Was he asking her, or telling her? Procrastinating?
    “Yes, about McKennon!” she snapped, wishing fervently that she could