#Chapter17

With a grim look on his face, Piet turns to the two of them. “I’m not a religious man, but something like this can make me a believer. If God made man in his image, what the fucking hell made that, the devil? I saw it hit three times, but there’s no blood.”

The silence is shattered by Piet’s cell phone, making them all jerk. “Wat die fok?”

He fumbles with it, and checks to see the caller I.D. “It's Peggy let me take this call.”

“Piet, are you there yet, can you hear me?” He hears the urgency in her voice, as well as a tremble of fear....