Belief

The train was central to all this.
Greed.
Cole sighed.
Land and trains.
Then he remembered what he thought whilst leaving Anna: tread carefully, can't run a train without first laying the tracks.
"So, Cole..." McGinley began, but he didn't finish.
"Your boys," Cole whispered.
McGinley's eyes widened in barely suppressed anger and his fist hammered onto the table in front of him. He half rose from his chair.
"You want to crucify my son, is that it?" he yelled, before controlling himself and hissing "You still think he killed them women, don't you, you bastard? You still believe it!"