“No, Father. This is a below the radar operation. No one can know. He will carry on, unless I can kill him first.” Gorilla looked at his watch. “I have to go. One of our people will be in touch to collect her when it is safe.”
The priest stood up, holding the sub-machine g*n in the crook of his arm as he opened the sacristy door for his guest. “Then go with God, my son.”
Gorilla stood there staring at him for a few final seconds, then moved out into the night, into the rain. “No final words of prayer, Father? No absolution for my sins?” he asked, half mockingly.
“I don't think that it's prayers you need. You have the look of a man well-acquainted with death,” said Frazzano, with a touch of sadness.
“How can you tell?” asked Gorilla. Was he marked, was there a stain that was visible, wh
