It was not his imagination. There was a familiar quality to the man’s voice, one that set the priest on edge in a way he couldn’t quite define.

Malachi couldn’t help but frown at the tiny, obscured view he had of him.

Surely it couldn’t be… him. There was no way he’d visit the church, right?

“Of course,” he said, willing himself to remain unaffected by the similarity.

“Start with your most serious sins first and work from there. Everything you can remember.”