“Exactly.”
“And it’ll be expensive.”
“It always is.” I open the door to the confessional. “Thank you, Father.”
“Leave your donation in the usual place, son.”
“I will.”
Buttoning my jacket, I exit the church the same way I entered it: damned. Then I head to the home address of the second name on Grayson’s list. This one’s much more personal than the one I gave Father O’Toole, and I want to take care of it myself.
“An eye for an eye” is a crude concept, but so effective in my line of work.
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’m putting dishes into the dishwasher when a low voice from behind me says, “Making yourself at home, I see.”
I turn to find Declan standing at the corner of the kitchen. He’s been gone all day without leaving a note or texting me where he was going or when he’d be back, and I’m anno
