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The nightmare had been so real he had forced himself to stay awake. If only she hadn’t been there at the rectory. How could he know she’d be there in the middle of the afternoon? The others were different, whores waiting to have the evil slit out of them. But Mrs. Sanchez…she shouldn’t have gotten in his way. It wasn’t his fault. But how did The Sin Eater know?
He stared at the computer screen from across the small room. When he was invited to play the game he had to submit a name and he did: Father Paul Conley. Terminating him in a make-believe computer game hadn’t been enough. He wanted him dead. He wanted to control Father Paul Conley’s last breath and he had.
He had to think about this. If The Sin Eater had heard or seen the news that the priest had really been murdered, would he automatically know it was him? The Sin Eater could go back to the original list, see who submitted Father Paul’s name and then know the priest’s killer. Would he feel the need to punish him? Would he turn him in to the police?
It didn’t matter. He had been especially careful, very careful…except for the fucking coffee mug. Jesus! He couldn’t believe he had forgotten it. Everything else he had wiped down or thrown into the garbage bags. Everything except the most obvious fucking thing. By the time he remembered, it was too late to go back. But it didn’t matter. He didn’t care. It was over and done, and Father Paul Conley couldn’t, wouldn’t, be able to hurt anyone else.
Pumped with a fresh wave of adrenaline he marched across the room to the computer and clicked on the e-mail waiting for him. He could handle whatever it was. There was only one e-mail message, and it was from The Sin Eater:
YOU BROKE THE RULES.
CHAPTER 75
Embassy Suites
Omaha, Nebraska
Maggie rubbed her shoulders, trying to get rid of the chill. The room was freezing and she couldn’t shake that old saying from her mind, “When hell freezes over…” It seemed appropriate since she never believed she would be making a deal with the devil. Technically, Assistant Director Cunningham had taken care of the details, but she was the one who had to sit across the table from Keller.
“Isn’t it awfully cold in here?” she asked Pakula, who sipped his fifth coffee of the day.
“Actually I was just thinking it feels good.”
He was no help. Maggie gave in and poured herself a cup of hot tea from the service butler in the corner. The Embassy Suites’s concierge had prepared a room for them with little notice, doing an impressive job that included an assortment of afternoon refreshments. She couldn’t help thinking Pakula would be pleased—more free food. However, the detective seemed content with only coffee. She had recognized his feeding frenzy as a nervous habit, which would mean that he wasn’t at all anxious this afternoon. How could he not be? Was she the only one who realized the significance of this meeting?
“Chief Ramsey must know someone important,” Maggie said, lifting the stainless-steel lid off a plate of fruits and cheeses and trying to calm her nerves by pretending they were here for an ordinary interview. She glanced over her shoulder at Pakula. “No doughnuts though.”
“Very funny.”
The look he shot back made her smile, and she realized she missed her partner, Special Agent R. J. Tully. Not an easy realization, since she prided herself in being a sort of lone warrior. But Tully had a way of calming her in situations like this and it usually included his corny sense of humor.
There was little time to take refuge in humor. Suddenly the meeting-room door opened and Detective Kasab came in, holding the door for Father Michael Keller as he entered, as if he deserved such a courtesy.
Maggie was stunned. She hardly recognized Keller. He looked much older. His skin was tanned but leathery, his dark hair prematurely peppered with gray. If she remembered correctly he was younger than her. His escape to South America had weathered him and converted his smooth, handsome, boyish looks to that of a haggard older man.
He carried a cardboard box gently in his hands, as though