Here, here. [points to a faint line behind the nanny's head that curves around her neck] There. I know. I didn't think much of anything of it either at first. Thought it was just a bad roll of film but then it happened again. [points to another picture of the nanny with the same line] You see? That's another roll. And the digital files. [brings up another picture of the nanny on a computer that has the same line] That's digital. That's another camera. [grabs another set of pictures] Our friend, Father Brennan. [shows a picture of Brennan with a blurry, pointed line aiming down at him] Here. And here's one of him I snapped ten days later.
Same thing.
Yeah. Only much more pronounced on this one. Actually making contact with the body. [picks up newspaper] The rest, as they say, is history. [pause] I know. I don't get it either. Which is why I started digging. [grabs folder] The coroner's report showed that Brennan was riddled with cancer. Said he was high on morphine most of the time, injected himself two or three times a day.
He knew he was dying.
Well, apparently.
He said... he wanted to be forgiven by Christ.
No atheists in foxholes, eh?
