<hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>REVEREND FRANCIS BAKER PRESCOTT | 27| PRIEST </strong></span><hr/><br/>Father Prescott waited for the others to speak their turn before he offered his own words. There were far more vibrant personalities than a man of the cloth here, after all. He wondered briefly if those who had been murdered had worn any hats. That would have been a wise precaution, and protected them from the worst of it. By tracing this logic back, Father Prescott was forced to conclude that the unfortunate victims<em>hadn't</em>worn hats. If not, they would not be victims, and this awfully dreadful business would never have needed to come to pass at all.<br/><br/>With this matter fully and completely squared away in his own mind, Francis returned his attention to the task at hand, snapping back into focus as one of the other men finished talking.<br/><br/>"Chief Inspector, I am Father Prescott. Would you have any need for me to perform last rites for the victims, or do you already have someone on call?" he asked.