Nevan sat quietly, paging through his Bible. His eyes shifted upwards every now and then, while he waited for his targets to come into view.

His ritual would give no clue as to what he was about to do, nor give an innocent bystander cause for concern. To them, he was just a man waiting for the paperboy to fill the box with that days edition, or  ( Read more... )

Nevan looked out Connor and Murphy’s dingy, one room apartment and fixed on a man down below walking with his two sons. His mind flashed back to just before he set out for the United States, when his sons were just babies. He remembered holding each of them - one on each knee, telling them stories of things they had to look forward to in life. He ( Read more... )