Free The Victim by Jonas Saul Page A

can’t leave Sarah’s parents behind to face the coming Armageddon. Are you able to handle this task?”
     
    Thomas nodded. “Willing and able. I will do as instructed by the good Lord, hallelujah.”
     
    “You will be provided with all the pertinent addresses, a car, five syringes and enough money to make it south, one way.”
     
    “Five syringes?” Thomas asked.
     
    Simon smiled, making sure to keep his lips sealed. “Brother Thomas, we’re counting on you to handle Dolan, Esmerelda and then both of Sarah’s parents with the first four syringes. After that, the last one will be to send you home. God is awaiting you, personally.”
     
    “But, Brother Simon, I thought we would be acting for God for some time to come …”
     
    Simon stepped closer to him. To Thomas’ credit he didn’t move. “Don’t let your flesh and blood rank higher than your divinity.”
     
    “I’m sorry—”
     
    “Self-preservation is for the weak, the sinners. The Kingdom of God is glorious. We are directly serving Him, working for Him. When your employer calls you home, and it’s the almighty Lord Himself, you answer the call.” He waved his arm in a sweeping motion. “All of you have been chosen. You are the elite, trusted with His mission, His goals.” Simon turned back to face Thomas. “While you take a day or two to complete your final mission,” he shook the paper in his hand, “we’ll be completing ours. By the time you are Raptured, we will be, too. Do not,” he raised his voice as if on the pulpit, “I repeat, do not be sent home by the bullet of the evildoers. There won’t be time to bless you. Entering the Kingdom will become a hardship one wouldn’t care to burden oneself with. Go your own way. Inject at the end.” He slapped his hands together. “We all must inject at the end.”
     
    Brother Thomas stepped forward until he was no more than one foot from Simon.
     
    “I accept this divine mission and will complete it at all costs.”
     
    “Praise the Lord,” Simon said, raising his hands above his head. “We will pray for you, Brother Thomas.”
     
    “Then I will see all of you in the home of our Lord.”
     
    Simon turned his attention to the other three brothers. “Our next meeting will be at His table. We are invited to a feast, but first, we have business here in Toronto. Sarah is downtown in a hotel. I don’t have the exact hotel. Some of Matthew’s information is being blocked, but I do have the information we need to successfully send her home. We need to plan this together and then leave at once. A Detective Waller will be visiting her shortly. We’re to report to the corner of Yonge and Bloor Streets. There’s supposed to be an accident there after nine p.m. this evening, and Sarah will be present, as will we.”
     
    Andrew raised a hand. “Can you tell us why Matthew is being blocked?”
     
    Simon shook his head. “It’s unprecedented. I can’t explain it. All I know is that we have all the information we need to execute God’s plan. Are we ready to finish this?”
     
    The apostles nodded in unison.
     
    “Good. Now, Brother Thomas, let’s get you ready and send you off first. Then the rest of us can head downtown. It’s time to send Sarah Roberts home and finish this. The end is near. The Rapture is upon us and we’re the chosen few. Isn’t it a glorious day?”
     
    Simon saw the doubt in James’ eyes, but he knew James wouldn’t last the night. Matthew had explained that James would be killed during tonight’s accident.
     
    Oh, it’s going to be a glorious evening.
     

Chapter 11

    Sarah slept into the early evening, woke and grabbed the phone. She had to call Waller and set up a meeting.
     
    She dialed and got transferred through to Detective Waller’s cell phone after five minutes of struggling to get past the gatekeepers. They said he was too busy to take personal calls. Then she was told he was simply too busy, even though Sarah explained that she was