Eight years! Perhaps that should not have surprised him, but it did. Malachi dipped his head in acknowledgement of the answer.

“Oh, when I first arrived. I suspect someone has been taking advantage of the resources provided by the church since then, however,” he said, crossing his legs again and glancing off to the side. “I do have another question, constable. Is it a crime to willingly bare one’s self to another, without their consent?”