“Well, you can’t know anything from me. The Seal of Confession remains even after the death of the penitent. I can tell you nothing he said in the confessional, Colin. Nothing.”
“It doesn’t. You knew him, didn’t you? Better than I did. What do you think? Do you think he was capable of doing this? Of murder?” Sean asked, as frustrated as his brother.
“For God’s sake, Sean, tell me something!” Colin cried.
Colin asked sarcastically, “Then in your professional, more-stressful-life-than-mine opinion, was he serious about the priesthood? Or just looking for an escape?”
Ignoring his brother’s sarcasm, knowing it was coming from his pain, Sean was thoughtful for a moment. “While it’s true some think the priesthood is an escape, those of us who have been in a while try to explain the ‘call’ to young men like Jamie. I was called to do this work. I seriously believe God actually picked me out to do His bidding, and I knew for a long time He was asking me to follow this path. You know that ... we’ve talked about it many times before. But I don’t think Jamie had the call, only a desire to find peace after his mother’s death. But we can never really know what is in another man’s heart, or mind. That’s all I can tell you, Colin. I’m more sorry about his death than I can say. To take one’s own life is not in God’s plan.”
“No, thanks. Monsignor wants me to drive him. He was fond of the boy, too.”
“No,” she said quickly, but quietly. “It’s what we needed.”