Clearing The Air

"Just... clearing the air, Doc." Cole smiled. "The Minister here will come back to my office: he's gotta sign a statement and then maybe you can examine him. He don't look too good to me."
And Cole was right.
The full extent of his admission of guilt had hit McGinley hard. He may have taken the blame for whatever his son did (but which one, he wondered, which of his boys did it, or are both of my children capable of murdering defenceless old women?) but in doing so he'd done nothing less than rob them both of a father.