#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./"
