Chapter 704

• The Monk listened to the woman at the other end of the phone, He still had his rosary beads in his hand, clicking them absently, but it was a sham; just a part of the disguise he created for himself, here in this little town, close to Hollowford, where all the action was happening he sighed as he cut the call with a grunt. It was time for him to reinvent his persona; he was not a man of God anymore. And he also knew that the agents of the government were on the lookout for a man of the cloth.
• He shrugged.
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