“Yes, I have it.”

“Send it over.”

“How can I trust you?”

The voice cackled, making his laptop buzz. “Father, you’re a man of the cloth. You’re job is to trust people. You’ve done a good job. If you cooperate then there is no reason to put you to shame. You send the file over and all of your indiscretions will go away. Really though Father, molesting altar boys. A man in your position of responsibility ought to act with a little more morality.”

Father Bradley felt his face reddening. “Don’t lecture me on morality. What you are doing is obscene.”

The voice remained composed, but betrayed a hint of irritation. “I’m not interested in what you think. I don’t have time to discuss this with you Father. I’m not the one confessing. Just send the damn file. NOW!”

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