#Chapter34 PURITY OF PURPOSE

BARNES.

That name on the phone's screen set her skin prickling; it was the name of the dead man nailed to an upside down cross above the stage just a few feet away from her.

She hit the answer button.

The voice on the other end was low and resonant.

"I believe in purity of purpose," it said in a thick accent.

This was it. Him. This was the voice of her tormentor at last. "Kronin." Sam could barely say the name without spitting it.

"Yes… you know my name, but not your own. How can you know anything of purpose, when you don't even know...