ot much in the way of Christian forgiveness is our Mr. Ire?" Nolan had to hold on as Jenny Rock took the fork up the western and Atlantic side of the island.

 "I fear for the child. With his mother gone, he's his father's little legionary." Rock pulled the car right up to the edge, so that Nolan could appreciate the steep incline that plunged into the sea some hundred feet below. "This is Devil's Slide, Inspector."

"So it would have been possible to drive right up and toss and already dead, or possibly drunk, Reverend Longmire to his doom." They watched the powerful waves toiling at the base of the escarpment, until Nolan roused himself out of his reverie. "One more prime suspect on the list, isn't it Jenny?"

"Jock Luster, a full giant of a man. People get out of the way when he comes down the street. Especially if he's in a squall. Which he has been of late."

"His recent humor wouldn't have something to do with our vicar, would it?"

"It was gossiped that Mrs. Luster sought more than just spiritual comfort from Reverend Longmire. Less than a month ago, Jock told Longmire publicly in Marisco to keep his distance." The policewoman pulled up to the third maritime spire of the day, the beacon known as North Light. For the first time, Jenny Rock removed her helmet and shook the braided coil free. Nolan lost his place in his notebook.

"Let's see, you said previously- Luster has been at this post for the past ten years. Married, but no children. Previous occupation-"

"Barber," said Jenny flatly.