He slipped his knife into the knapsack of the girl ahead of him as the line approached the security checkpoint at the entrance to St. Peter’s Basilica. She wore her hair in a crew cut, and her shapeless T-shirt could not conceal the ripe body within. Anatoly was counting on the distraction of her beasts to keep the guards’ attention off of him.
It worked.
from, The Third Revelation
The Third Revelation
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