Echoes of Silence by Edward Ahern

Abbot Gregory watched Alan Carstairs shiver in his chair. It was November, and the stone monastery walls and slate floors encouraged cold. Gregory’s forehead wrinkled up into his bald pate. “What is your purpose with brother Tobias?” “We need his special gift.” “Pardon?”  “Toby was a maestro, a wizard of interrogation. Until he got religion-no…