““It was quiet another moment. The priest said, “I think it would be good to pray.” “For his soul,” Ray consented. Father Morris sat up straighter, frown forming on his normally placid face. “And for his life too. I do not condone revenge. I do not condone bloodshed. I do not condone murder.” He let out a deep breath. “But I understand what your brother was trying to do.” And how was that even possible? How did a man of the cloth understand what had happened in Aaron Quinn’s blood-spattered office? “How?” was all Ray could ask. Father Morris stood. “We’ve had this conversation before, Ray, but you’ve forgotten. Read the Old Testament,” he said as he turned for the door. “And I will pray for your brother.””
