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“Mr. Hench,” the bishop said, his tone low and serious, “is there some kind of problem?”

It pissed me off. I’d driven all the way to for-chrissakes Colma and these three weirdo God-botherers had ambushed me with their everything - and - the - kitchen - sink contract. I had plenty of work, and I didn’t need theirs, especially not if this was the way they wanted to deal.

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