Ha. As if there were fewer criminals walking the streets than there were waiting in dark alleys. Malachi ceded with another smile, though, content to let the constable consider him the type of man that stuck only to the well-lit path.

He followed to the door, and stepped out into the cooler night air with a quiet swish of black fabric. No sign of the cat from before -- maybe he would look for it, before the night was over.

"Of course, constable," said Malachi. "You are always welcome in the church, as well, and I am more than happy to speak with you elsewhere, whenever you need me."

It was good that Crane had already agreed to have mass at his house, privately, so that he would not have to see Father Richards unnecessarily. Malachi reached out to set a hand on Crane's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Have a nice night, Elijah. Peace be with you."

His hand withdrew, and he turned to leave.