Legacy of the Witch
“Harrison pulled the Jeep to a stop just a little way past, and we got out and hurried back to the entry. At the top of the stone stairs he pushed the red door slightly open, and we crouched, peering inside.
The two thugs I remembered so well, minus their ski masks, were handing the witches’ box over to a man dressed as a priest. But I did not believe was a priest at all.
“Here is it, Father Dom, just like we promised.”
The priest, his dark hair a contrast to his pale blue eyes, took the box as if he were accepting a long sought after prize. He tipped it up and examined the bottom. I remembered the symbols painted there, pictures like those found on the cards of the Tarot.
“This is it. This is really it.” He reached into his shirt and pulled out a fat wad of cash, handing it over to them. Both thugs reached for it, but the skinny one was quicker and got it first. “Well done.”
“Now what, Padre?”
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