Chapter 18

“You should tell them. Good relationships don’t have secrets.”

“I will.”

Whalen stood up and offered Cillian his hand. He took it and rose to his feet. The two of them walked to an elevator. It was extra wide to accommodate Monks, and an additional set of buttons could be found near the floor. The walls were made of that beautiful reddish brown, glittery substance, and the ceiling had a unique boxy pattern that couldn’t be found anywhere else on the ship. They rode the elevator to the floor where most human lodgings were located. Cillian accompanied Father Whalen to his cluttered office.

“How do you think in here?” he asked, looking around. “There’s so much stuff.”

He laughed. “It’s not so bad.”