The Family by Tom O. Keenan

Author:Tom O. Keenan [Tom O. Keenan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780857161987
Publisher: McNidder and Grace Limited
Published: 2019-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

“Bingham” appears on my mobile. I pick up. “Bill?”

“Rooney, I need to talk to you, safe like.”

“St Simons, Partick, be there in an hour.”

“Jesus, Rooney. This place gives me the creeps.” Bingham slides in beside me on the front pew. “If my orange pals find out about this, my tea’s oot.”

“There’s a side door out to the back road. You wanted to talk to me.”

“Aye, one of our prossies agreed to mole into the Albanian setup.”

“Oh.” I indicate to him to keep his voice down.

“She was about to be sex trafficked and we got her out just in time. She says their base is a multiple occupancy in Maxwell Road.”

“I know.”

“Oh, the wee burd, Rooney.”

“Tell me, what more do you know?”

“Lekë Zaharia, an Albanian businessman, groomed her and shared her with his compatriots. She said she was about to be sent to Paris to work in an Albanian sex club. They were feeding her heroin, but she managed to text us and we got her out.”

“Maxwell Road. There’s about forty soldiers there.”

“We can deal with that.”

“What do you want to do?”

“We go in and shoot the bastards, no quarter.”

“Bill, we are in God’s house.”

“Well, what do you suggest, in God’s house?”

I take a minute to remind myself of my research via Google. “The Albanians had a yellow house, a bloody yellow house, so called. We will have a red house. We will have a red sandstone tenement dripping with blood. The blood of Jesus will redeem us.” I look up at Jesus on the cross.

“Rooney, you really are sick.”

“It was the house the Albanian Mafia used to remove the internal organs of prisoners in the war in Kosovo. Then they trafficked them for big money, all over the world.”

“I think I am following your thinking. God, you are weird.”

“He moves in mysterious ways.”

“Aye, suppose he does.” Bingham looks up at the altar. “You papes really are mental.”

“In knowing them, we defeat them. We will give them a taste of their own… medicine. God’s justice will be upon them.”

“And we… I nearly said ‘fuck’ there.”

“The Lord’s sword will be bathed in blood.” I too look towards the altar.

“Right, Rooney, leave it to me. I’ll deliver it. Now, I’m out of here.”

I stay to pray for the success of God’s battles ahead. I stand up to look upon Jesus’s all-guiding face. I bow my head as I call upon the prayer of General George Patton in France, in December 1944, before the Battle of the Bulge. “God, graciously hearken to us as soldiers who call upon thee that, armed with Thy power, we may advance from victory to victory, and crush the oppression and wickedness of our enemies, and establish Thy justice among men and nations. Amen.”

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