Uncorking a Murder by Michael Carlon

Author:Michael Carlon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Michael Carlon

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

“JIMMY, IF YOU drive any faster, we’ll get pulled over for speeding,” Farrah cautioned as they sped south on the Merritt Parkway on their way to the Westchester County airport. It was 11:30 in the morning, and their flight left in an hour.

“I don’t want to miss the flight, Ms. Graham,” Jimmy explained.

“We are ten minutes from the airport, and it will only take us five minutes to get through security. We have plenty of time.” Westchester County Airport was a tiny, one-terminal airport on the boarder of Harrison, New York, and Greenwich, Connecticut. This time of year there were three direct flights to Fort Lauderdale every day, and since moving to Connecticut, Farrah preferred to fly out of that airport even though the flights were considerably more expensive than those out of JFK or La Guardia.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Graham, but my mother always makes me nervous about being late for something; she always reminds me that I was born late and tells me I’m the kind of guy who will be late to his own funeral. Plus, whenever I travel, the TSA always gives me a hard time.”

“You really live up to your nickname, Doubts, don’t you?”

“Yes I do, Ms. Graham.”

“And that’s another thing—this isn’t the 1950s; it’s okay to call me by my first name. You’re twenty-one years old, for cryin’ out loud.”

“OK, Ms. G., I mean Farrah.”

“That’s better.”

Jimmy moved into the right lane as they approached the exit for Westchester County Airport. “I hope we get a spot in the garage, I don’t want to have to park off-site and have to take the shuttle bus.”

“Doubts, we’ll get a spot, trust me.”

They were just a few miles from the airport when Farrah spotted the unique round structure of St. Paul’s Catholic Church, the church she had attended as a child. She saw the new pastor walking across the grounds.

“Pull in here for a second,” she instructed Jimmy.

“I don’t think we have time. We’re cutting it close as it is.”

“Live a little, Jimmy Doubts.”

Jimmy did as he was told. What’s the worst that can happen? he thought to himself. If they missed the flight because his boss wanted to pull over, then it would be her fault, not his.

He pulled up next to the priest, who was wearing his formal clerical garb under a winter coat. “Why is he wearing a skirt?” he asked Farrah.

“It’s not a skirt, Doubts; it’s a cassock. Fr. Michael always wears his formal clerical garb.” She rolled down her window to get his attention. “Can you tell me the best way to get to salvation?” Farrah asked. It was a running joke between the two of them.

The priest’s response surprised Jimmy. “I could tell you, Farrah, but then I’d have to kill you.”

“If you killed me,” Farrah replied, “Dad would kill you.”

This conversation is taking an odd turn, Jimmy thought.

“Where are you going, sis?” the priest asked. “And who is this, a new flame?”

“I’m still a lesbian, and this is Jimmy Doubts. Jimmy, this is my big brother Michael Graham.

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