John kept the priest’s gun and fished the silencer out of Faust’s coat pocket, then he walked him to the front door. “One more thing, Faust,” he said as he opened the door to let the priest walk out. “I’m saving your life by turning the other cheek the way the Bible says. Think carefully about that, Father Faust. Think about it before you try to kill me in God’s name.”
Faust looked at him, his expression a contest between anger and something else John couldn’t name. He hoped he might see uncertainty or even shame, but he couldn’t be sure. Finally, Faust gave an imperceptible nod, turned, and stepped out onto the sidewalk where he walked quickly away.
John came back into the house and found Lisa Giles and Amy back in the kitchen where Amy had poured them both mugs of hot coffee. He turne
