Something about the good father didn't ring true but it was as nebulous as a puff of smoke. "No. The truth is I'm looking for leads on the map. I figured with your contacts, you might have some ideas."He smiled brightly. "Wait just a few minutes. This is exam day for this class. An essay on Medieval Ethics under the reign of Henry VIII. We'll have forty-five minutes. We can talk here" He indicated a chair at the side of the room. "If you wish, you can sit over there until I get the class started"A few of the twenty-odd students glanced curiously at me. I studied Father Poggioreale as he spoke with the students, but when he gave them their test assignment they all turned assiduously to the task.After instructing the students on the exam, he pulled a chair up beside me where he could also watch the class. Eagerly, he said, "Now, Mr. Boudreaux. What can I tell you?" He seemed too willing to help me. Or he might just be one of those rare souls who are always ready to offer assistance to anyone."Being an expert, and with all your contacts, can you think of anyone so, ah, so-""Covetous?"I grinned.
