The Vatican never would have sent these honorable men if they wanted the Crows challenged-they would have sent the Sisters of St. “If we were going after her,” the driver snapped through the broken passenger-side window, “we’d have sent the nuns.” I’ll just call Chloe Wong and let her know the Vatican was coming after one of her sister-Crows.” When neither man answered right away, Stieg pulled his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. Stieg waited the few seconds until the old man went back into his store before he asked, “Want to explain to me why you are here?” Probably because when Stieg went into his general store, he didn’t just buy one quart of milk, but four quarts of milk, a few pounds of fruit, an entire display box of candy, a case or two of beer…you know, staple supplies. Matucka had been great to Stieg since he’d moved in. “What?” He turned to see that a load of bird shit now decorated their immaculately cleaned, four-door, late-model sedan. You’re lucky that all that happened to you was that birds shit on the roof of your car.” “Have you decided that life’s not worth living?” Stieg stared down at the man holding a handkerchief to his broken nose. The Unyielding Excerpt Unedited/Unproofed
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