Chapter 35

“You should have killed him,” Ephram proclaimed angrily when I was finished.

“Perhaps. But he ended up with what he deserved. His vanishing, or being found somewhere as an apparent murder victim, would have caused more problems than we were willing to deal with.

Ephram nodded. “I suppose so.”

“I know so.”

He slid his arm around my waist, saying as he did, “You look tired. Perhaps we should head back?”

“I’m exhausted. Confession may be good for the soul, but it’s damned draining.”

“Then the next time you decide to keep secrets, remember that.”

Putting one arm over his shoulders, I promised, “I will.” Knowing even as I did that there was one very large secret still to be revealed—if Duff and the others agreed. 8

“Concentrate.”

“I am, damn it!” Ephram growled, wiping a hand over his face in obvious frustration.

“Then concentrate harder,” I said, trying not to sound discouraged. “You have the ability. You only have to bring it to the forefront of your mind.”