Ev hauled herself up onto the black cloth seat. At 4’10’’, getting into any SUV was a challenge. Steve was talking to the police officers outside the house, he’d take a while. She picked her kit up off the floor and popped the case open, removing three engraved bullets from their packaging. She said the blessing over them, dipped them in the bottle of holy water from her kit, and pulled out the strips of paper. Each bullet was wrapped carefully in a handwritten Lord’s Prayer, then loaded into the gun. She was willing to bet the thing they just killed had friends.

She checked her kit to make sure everything was inside, as she always did when leaving a killing. Guitar strings, a styrafoam block, paper strips, holy water, bullets (engraved standard 9mm and silver 9mm), regular water, a power bar, matches and a lighter, wooden stakes, and a flashlight.

Everything was a-ok. Steve climbed into the car and started the engine. He nodded towards the cop, “Pissed the private sector bested his boys.” he chuckled.