Present Day Alex shoved the rat-looking guy back down on his bar stool, baring her teeth, her eyes glowing in warning. “Touch me again, and you’ll be choking on my fist.” She wasn’t sure what his make-up was, he looked like something between a rat and a opossum. It was obvious he was only a […]
Chapter 2 St. John Reardon That night, St. John does something he rarely does any more. He kneels beside his bed and prays. Not that he doesn’t pray. He often prays, but tonight, for whatever reason, he is driven to pray in the old fashioned manner he had been taught when he was a child.