CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Remi’s blood went cold as the female soldier pulled the Chinese pistol Lucas had given her out from under her shirt.
She tried to sputter out an explanation but couldn’t make a coherent sentence. It didn’t matter. There was no explanation for why a missionary would be carrying a concealed firearm.
The male soldier found Daniel’s pistol a moment later.
The guards took them, stepped back, and leveled their AK-47s. Those kids the captain had told to back off started to run.
Remi and Daniel both raised their hands.
“They’re for self-protection,” Remi managed to say. “We were worried about shifta.”
Captain Kebede gave her an unreadable expression. “There are no shifta in the Church of Our Lady Mary of Zion.”
“Sorry,” Daniel said. “We have been carrying those pistols
