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THE PRIEST

Midcoast Maine

T he Priest entered the new hotel room and set his duffle on the bed. Something in the parking lot had made his skin prickle, but he saw no threat. Dismissing the apprehension, he unzipped the bag and began rooting around. He was closing in on S.K.’s location.

After clearing the completed search blocks, The Priest started again. An hour later, four small coastal villages blinked on his screen. He smiled as he stood and unzipped the garment bag on the bed.