Some scenes today. I need to revisit the plot, then align everything properly. I had better: I hit 33% of wordcount today.
I liked Bishop Cooper, though. Although I didn’t know him too well; Shamuses handle tough Cases, and the Mormons preferred to deal with their problems themselves, so for the longest time I only dealt with him when dealing with something else. Those times he was alway polite and civil, but in a formal way. But a couple of years ago I had done somebody up north a pretty big favor, and I guess the word had come south that I was a soft touch, or something. Ever since then, every so often I’d get a Mormon client come in for help. Never quite made the level of Cases, but you want those to be rare anyway.
Still, getting called in like this was something special. Which probably meant it’d be complicated, and would bite me on the ass just when I wouldn’t expect it. In other words, it was Tuesday.
“There was a young man in my ward,” Bishop Cooper said. He had a preacher’s voice, but I was trying not to hold that against him. “Well, we have many young men, but this one was wilder than most. His name is Brigham, and he ran off to the city about a year ago.”
I shrugged. “Lots of kids do. What happened? He stop sending money?”
“Yes,” said Bishop Cooper simply.