Malachi had heard from Father Richards that there was plenty of crime and vice in Whitby, but disappearances? Murders? Possibly multiple murderers? That was a bit more than he had expected, from his fellow priest's vague description. Perhaps he had been trying not to scare him off.

"...Rob?"

He didn't miss the way Mister Tully had looked at him when he'd said that.

"I have nothing anyone would want," said Malachi, and he straightened his back to move away from the counter. That, at least, was true. Besides his vestments and a few meager items he'd arrived with, he had nothing of interest for anyone to steal. The church, on the other hand, he already knew was a surprisingly frequent victim of theft.

"And what about you, Mister Tully?" he asked without looking his way. "Anything I should be aware of, that you haven't already told me?"