The sun was just barely shining through the windows at St. Anne's but Father Kieran was already working on cleaning up the church.
A middle aged woman, formally dressed in slacks and a jacket walked in.
"I am sorry," Kieran said "But the church is still closed."
"You're Kieran?" the woman asked
"Yeah"
"I'm not here for mass, Father. I'm here to see you."
He eyed her suspiciously. He wasn't sure if she was human or not, although he doubted Marcel's guys would be stupid enough to make a move against him.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Marcy. I'm from the Louisianna Department of Family and Children Services. I need to ask you about a girl."
She held up a picture for him to look at. It was a teenage girl, maybe seventeen, with long dark hair and emerald eyes.
"When she disappeared from her foster home in Chalmette, we thought maybe she'd come looking for you."
"I don't think I've ever seen her before. Sorry. And why do you think she'd come all the way to the Quarter looking for me?"
"When she went missing, her foster parents tore her room apart looking for an answer. They found a birth certificate. One that didnt match the one the state has on file. It listed you as her father."
Kieran's jaw dropped.
"Her name is Josephine. Her mother died delivering her. No one stepped up to claim her, and she's bounced between foster homes since. If she makes it here, call me."
Marcy handed him a card and turned and walked away. Kieran turned and faced the statue of Mary and bowed his head.