The priest nodded along, in apparent agreement with Constable Roberts’ words.

“Yes, sir, that is quite possible,” he admitted. “But that is the name that he gave me. He claimed to have been taking them for his father, but… well. Hell is full of good wishes and desires.”

The tapping of Malachi’s fingers came to a stop.

“I will do my best to stop him sooner if he attempts it again. And to inform you, of course.”