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"Far fro I should take shelter The sun will be up soon"

"Aren’t you forgetting so?"

He frowned "What?"

"Happy Christrinned froid Soet my Lord’s own birthday" Her mouth twisted at the corner as she watched hih He winked at her "Al about"

"Yes, you do" He started to walk away, but turned back "There’s another verse I like more than Father Jacob’s very serious and somber homilies"

"Oh?"

"It’s frohts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope’"

Brigid stared at hiid" He turned and walked into the house just as the sun started to rise

Chapter Eight

Dublin, Ireland

April 2008

Brigid ee, carefully set down the assault rifle on the bench in front of her, and took a deep breath Her heart was racing, and she turned when she heard a short chuckle behind her She grinned at Toun Ever"

"Wouldn’t get to play with those in the Garda, would you?"