“Hail, Mary, full of grace, um, we beseech thee and…and…”
Dammit to hell.
Catechism had been too long ago, and Chester Able hadn’t had much interest in praying since then. Now that he needed to, he couldn’t remember the words, but that didn’t stop him from trying.
Peter Davis ran a hand through his hair, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten as he wiped yet one more name from the ledger. He was staying late at his office to finish the job and had been at it for hours already, checking and double-checking to make sure every name was removed.