Bert would be glad when this job was over. He had never liked killing women, anyway, and with this particular woman, it was even harder.
He couldn’t imagine what she had done to tick his boss off bad enough to warrant killing her. But it wasn’t his place to ask why. He was just the messenger.
When the woman walked out of the church, Bert followed. He crossed himself as he passed the gilded doors of St. Anthony’s. Not that he thought it would do much good, he hadn’t been to confession in twenty years, but he sure as hell would need to go after this job.
He followed the woman through the garden gate behind the church. When he opened the rusted gate, the woman turned in surprise.
“Hello, my child, what can I do for you?” she asked.
“Forgive me, Sister, for what I’m about to do.”