Deliver Us From Evil

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only by the edges, as though
     afraid to actually touch the image of the man. He was wearing a uniform with the collar undone. In one hand was a pistol,
     in the other a bottle. It was obviously a staged photo. Back then he had dark hair, slicked back with a severe widow’s peak.
     His face had not changed all that much over time. Yet the eyes were what drew one in. Reggie felt as though she were traveling
     down a dark path to the very center of them, losing herself in shadows from which meaningful escape seemed unlikely. She righted
     herself and slowly put the photo back down, covering it with a stack of paper.
    Over the next thirty minutes she went through dozens of other pictures of the dead, Kuchin’s bloody fingerprints on each one.
     The paperwork was in some ways mechanical; it could have been purchase orders for equipment or food. Yet it was written commands
     to kill other human beings, done in old-fashioned triplicate complete with carbon copies. Death by bullet. Death by fire.
     Death by gas. Death by the blade. Death by the noose. All neat and nice. Thank God for those carbon copies, thought Reggie.
     Without them it would have been nearly impossible to track down and then administer justice to men like Kuchin.
    “Extra reading, my dear?”
    Startled, Reggie looked around.
    Professor Mallory stood in the doorway in an old, tattered checked robe, holding a book and staring at her.
    “I never heard you come in,” she said, obviously unsettled that the old man could have gotten this close without her knowing.
    “Well, I am light on my feet, despite my size and rheumatism, and you were very much engrossed in what you were doing.” He
     stepped forward and glanced down at the papers and photos with an inquiring look.
    “I couldn’t sleep,” she said. “I often can’t sleep,” she admitted.
    He sat down in a worn leather chair near the fireplace. “A fact of which I am aware.”
    “What are you doing up? Do you have insomnia too?”
    “No, Regina, not insomnia.” He winced in pain as he settled himself farther into the cracked leather. “An enlarged prostate,
     I’m afraid. Given a choice I’d gladly take the insomnia.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    He eyed the file she was holding. “So what do you think? Any brilliant insights?”
    “He’s a man without remorse. He signed off on a thousand death warrants like he would a damn pub bill.”
    “Well, I agree with you, but that’s something we already knew.”
    He rose, placed another small log on the fire, sat back down in his armchair, and opened his book.
    “What are you reading?” Reggie asked.
    “On a wild night like this? Agatha Christie, of course. I still feel compelled to see if Hercule Poirot’s ‘little gray cells’
     will do their job one more time. It seems to often inspire my own brain, however inferior it might be to the diminutive Belgian’s.”
    Reggie rose and stood in front of the fire. Before coming downstairs she’d pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt, but her feet
     were bare and a chill had worked into her. “There was one thing, Professor.”
    He looked up from his pages as the storm threw rain at the old leaded window with nearly the force of an errant hose. A scream
     from the angry wind came down the chimney and Reggie backed away from the sound and sat on a small hassock near him.
    “What thing?” he asked.
    “Kuchin is a religious man.”
    Mallory closed his book and nodded. He pulled his pipe from his pocket and began to stuff it with tobacco.
    “Professor, if you don’t mind, that smell actually makes me sick.”
    He looked surprised. “Why didn’t you say so?”
    “I guess I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” She gave a hollow laugh. “I guess after the things I’ve done that seems a bit
     odd.”
    His expression remained serious. “What’s odd? That you have enormous compassion? I would imagine that facet of your personality
     is one major reason you do this job.”
    Reggie hurried on. “Anyway, I

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