There is no place as intimate as where you go to confess your sins. Bless Me Father is a classic "who done it?" A story of love lost and love found in the midst of contemporary social issues of homelessness, addiction, and bringing the untouchable to justice. Cloistered conversations in the confessional are sometimes tragic, sometimes humorous. It is a modern day crime mystery with character depth, a forbidden love, and a resurrected cold case.
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A shadowy figure walks steadily through the hallway to Room 104. When he returns the same way, an elderly priest, once accused of improper acts, has breathed his last. The same shadowy figure presents himself to a confessional. His words are chilling ... I killed a man ... and I'm not sorry. When the confessor leaves, the priest opens his door and sees ... a man wearing a black cassock. Is a priest the killer? Or someone in a costume pretending to be a priest? Three priests ... one wants the truth, one has secrets decades old that are struggling to reach daylight, and one who knows much, much more than he's telling. Everyone is a suspect. Priests, the young victims of those priests, even the police are not above suspicion. This is not a preachy religious book. The scandal is only used as a backstory to solid characters, some with more issues than others. This book touches on addictions, homelessness, forgiveness, love. The author led me on a merry chase! Every time I looked 'here', he turned me to another direction. The ending came as quite a satisfactory surprise. Many thanks to the author for the digital copy of this "who-dun-it". Opinions expressed here are unbiased and entirely my own.