On the night of Mr. Melvyn's murder, Pinky was throughly enjoying himself at the Boom Boom Bar. The friend he'd arrived with, Tiny, had been thrown out for creating a disturbance but that hadn't seemed to put a damper on his good spirits.    He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so good about himself, it was like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. And he owed it all to his local priest, Rev. Jones.