It took about fifteen minutes for the cops to arrive. Not much happens in our sleepy New Jersey town, and a cute dame pulling a gun on an old priest was pretty much a novelty. The detective was a middle-aged man whose dark brown hair was just starting to show shoots of gray. He looked me up and down as he unbuttoned his jacket and loosened his tie. He wasn't a member of the Church, but hey, no one's perfect.

"Please describe this woman for me," he said.

"Well," I began, "she had ...