30. RAND
Sonntag and his followers all seemed to have an odd green glint in their eyes, and it was more than just religious zealotry. Eve was of the opinion, and Rand agreed with her, that it was one of the less healthy lasting results of their baptismal ceremonies. She had threatened to resign if he went through with it. Whatever. If she had actually drafted a resignation letter every time she had threatened to, he wouldn’t have been able to see over the stack on his desk.
The crowd was quieter, more subdued this time than they had been at Duvalier’s chompening. Rand’s eyes darted around the darkening cathedral, feeling deeply watched. He hadn’t been to the place more than two or three times since he had bought it for Sonntag’s flock. They lived, breathed, ate there, most of the
