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‘Forgive me father, for I have sinned…’
As Doherty recounted his misdemeanours for the benefit of the elderly vicar sitting opposite him in the confessional, his trembling finger toyed unconsciously with the object under his coat.
The confession was a ruse - Doherty’s real aim was revenge. Revenge against the clergyman who had assaulted him as a boy. He cared not for his own life, which had been ruined by this pervert’s sick desires.

He gave a wry smile at the fact he was confessing, when it should have been the other way around. His finger pressed down on the detonator.

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