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The heavy metal door creaked loudly as Silas opened it. He winced. He would have to have that fixed; it made sneaking out of his basement apartment almost impossible. It didn’t matter this time anyway. Father Deluca was standing across the alley at the foot of the concrete stairs leading to the back entrance of the mission.
If there was any human Silas could say he liked it would be Father Deluca. He had spunk and grit. Father Deluca spent day and night with the lowest of mankind--the homeless, the broken, the drug addicts, and the crazies--yet through it all he did not back down. He consistently battled to help them, even those who didn’t want to be helped, even the ones who wanted nothing more than violence. He was a tireless crusader. Or maybe he was just insane; the jury w
