Francis had seen a strange woman leave. She looked like a woman who didn't have the class and youth for the Pony. He was wondering if he'd have some juicy gossip when he went inside to see who she'd been meeting with. He saw someone on the floor, and it was Father Richards. That was unexpected which means their meeting must have been something boring. But there was no time to be disappointed.

He had been insulted and wanted to leave the man there, but he couldn't do that. As much as the guy might have deserved to be treated like an ass, he couldn't leave him like this. He crouched down and slowly rolled him over to see if he'd hit his head in the fall or if he was already dead. He leaned in to see if he could hear his heart beat. Did the woman murder him?