mick motherfucking fuck – fuck you! – you hear me?’ ‘Who, Mr Fischer?’ the Irishman says. Edmund continues to cry. ‘Who?’ ‘The Almighty, all right?’ Edmund says between his convulsions and heaving sobs. ‘When I prayed, he came to me. He spoke to me through – all right? – through the air, and I said, “Yes, Lord, yes, I will do thy bidding,” and I tried, I-I did, but what the fuck is wrong with God? How many people did I help kill again?’
