“That was a shame, what that poor girl did,” the preacher said. “I pray for her soul every night.” “You pray for the baby’s, too?” “Now you got it all wrong there, my friend. I didn’t have nothing to do with that.” “Do with what?” The man squirmed around in the car’s tight seat, glanced at the German Luger. “She came to me, said she wanted to make a confession, told me she was with child. I promised her I wouldn’t tell anybody.” Arvin took a step back and said, “I’ll bet you did, you fat sonofabitch.” Then he fired three shots, blew out the tires on the driver’s side and put the last one
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