Chapter 96

           Silasawokewithastart.

           Hehadnoideawhathadawokenhimorhowlonghehadbeenasleep.WasIdreaming?Sittingupnowonhisstrawmat,helistenedtothequietbreathingoftheOpusDeiresidencehall,thestillnesstexturedonlybythesoftmurmursofsomeoneprayingaloudinaroombelowhim.Thesewerefamiliarsoundsandshouldhavecomfortedhim.Andyethefeltasuddenandunexpectedwariness.Standing,wearingonlyhisundergarments,Silaswalkedtothewindow.WasIfollowed?Thecourtyardbelowwasdeserted,exactlyashehadseenitwhenheentered.Helistened.Silence.SowhyamIuneasy?LongagoSilashadlearnedtotrusthisintuition.IntuitionhadkepthimaliveasachildonthestreetsofMarseilleslongbeforeprison…longbeforehewasbornagainbythehandofBishopAringarosa.Peeringoutthewindow,henowsawthefaintoutlineofacarthroughthehedge.Onthecar’sroofwasapolicesiren.Afloorboardcreakedinthehallway.Adoorlatchmoved.

           Silasreactedoninstinct,surgingacrosstheroomandslidingtoastopjustbehindthedoorasitcrashedopen.Thefirstpoliceofficerstormedthrough,swinginghisgunleftthenrightatwhatappearedanemptyroom.BeforeherealizedwhereSilaswas,Silashadthrownhisshoulderintothedoor,crushingasecondofficerashecamethrough.Asthefirstofficerwheeledtoshoot,Silasdoveforhislegs.Thegunwentoff,thebulletsailingaboveSilas’shead,justasheconnectedwiththeofficer’sshins,drivinghislegsoutfromunderhim,andsendingthemandown,hisheadhittingthefloor.

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