Santa Clawed

He ushered them into Brother Morris’s office.
    “Brother Morris will be with you in a minute. He’s in the kitchen with Brother Howard.”
    No sooner were the words out of his mouth than the imposing figure of Brother Morris swept through the door. As flamboyantly as Brother Morris entered, Brother George, an attractive man yet devoid of charisma, left discreetly.
    “Sit down, please.” He gracefully lowered his bulk into a large club chair with a cashmere shawl thrown over the back. Brother Morris pulled the shawl around his shoulders on the bitterly cold days, extra cold on the mountain’s spine.
    Cooper pulled out her stenographer’s notebook, but before Rick could start, Brother Morris asked if they wanted a drink. They declined, although Cooper longed for a cup of hot coffee.
    “Brother Morris, I know this is a very difficult time for you and the order, but I need to ask you a few questions.”
    “Of course. None of us will be completely free of doubt until the murderer is found. Odd, isn’t it, that one can be at peace but not at rest, so to speak?”
    “Yes, it is.” Rick knew what Brother Morris meant. “I don’t want to offend you by these questions, but it is very important that you be forthcoming. Our ability to solve this case early in many ways depends on you.”
    “I don’t see how it can, but I will be forthcoming, as you say. That’s a very Southern way to say, ‘Tell the truth.’”
    Rick half-smiled. “Is there anyone in your order who has ever threatened Brother Christopher?”
    “No.”
    “Anyone who disliked him?”
    “He was so easygoing. At times Brother Sheldon would get peeved. I don’t say he disliked Brother Christopher, because he didn’t, but he would get out of sorts. Brother Sheldon is quite the stickler for detail, and Brother Christopher was not, not in the least. The money from the Christmas trees would be in the desk drawer down there in the trailer. No tags, no records of who bought what so we could cultivate friendships. Used to drive Brother Sheldon mad as he’d try to figure out the money.”
    “Do you think Brother Christopher was stealing from the order?”
    “No. He just wasn’t detail-oriented.” Brother Morris frowned slightly. “Insider trading isn’t exactly stealing, but I know Brother Christopher repented of his misdeeds. He also repented worshipping Mammon.”
    “A national affliction,” Rick smoothly said.
    “I was guilty of it. That and pride.” Brother Morris warmed to his subject. “But I saw the light—literally, I saw the light—and I found my true calling. You will meet few men happier than myself.”
    “You are most fortunate.” Rick waited a beat. “Who is the order’s treasurer?”
    “Brother Luther. By the way, Officer Doak was very kind to Brother Sheldon. Sorry, I got off track. Well, what I was about to add is that Brother Luther is a worrywart. Then again, most treasurers are. We get by. The sale of the Christmas trees is a large part of our annual income.” He drummed his fingers on his knee. “May we open for business soon?”
    “Our team should be out by four this afternoon. I see no reason why you can’t open. People’s love of the ghoulish may even increase business.” Rick wanted to see Brother Morris’s reaction.
    Brother Morris replied, “That’s the premise behind horror movies, I think—to watch the fearful deed from a safe distance. Of course, in Brother Christopher’s case, who is to say what is a safe distance?”
    “I don’t know,” Rick honestly answered. “Brother Morris, what are the vows of your order?”
    “Chastity, poverty, and obedience. We’re all human. Each man struggles with his vows—some men more than others, some vows more than others. But everyone tries.”
    “Do you punish a brother if he breaks a vow?”
    Brother Morris smoothly replied, “We do not judge. That doesn’t mean I don’t assign extra chores or encourage more prayer.”
    “Did Brother Christopher break his vows?”
    “No. Not that I know of. Why?” For the first time Brother Morris displayed how intrigued he really was.
    “In breaking a vow he may have upset someone else.”
    “Another brother?”
    Rick replied, “Possibly. But it could have been someone outside the order.”
    Brother Morris cast his eyes down at the faded Persian rug. “Did he suffer?”
    “Physically, no. Now, if he knew his killer, at the last moment he might have been shocked.”
    “I hate to think of it.” Brother