off was a success?”
I looked across the table at Judah and his face lit up. Sitting forward, with his hands on the tabletop, he replied, “More than a success. The Chechens bowed out when they lost their man. Then as we hoped, they turned straight to the Klan for business. Which means we have another buyer. And this is just the beginning.”
“And fatalities?” I asked.
Judah sat back and shrugged. “Minimum. The Chechen’s dead. A woman was hit. She survived though.”
Brother Luke shifted on his seat. “The men the Klan hired were killed.” He paled and shook his head. “Murdered, and tortured, about twenty miles north of Georgetown. One of the Hangmen caught them and tore them apart with a knife.”
My stomach sank, as a familiar face flashed in my mind. “Flame,” I murmured. “The brother is deadly with a knife.”
“He’s the devil’s man. They all are,” Judah spat. I could hear the venom in his voice. “All of them will pay eventually. It is just a matter of time.”
I nodded, then looked to my brother and my adviser. “Is there anything else?”
They both nodded, but flashing a look to Judah, Brother Luke stood awkwardly and left the room. I suddenly found myself alone with Judah in the office. Judah sighed and got to his feet. “What is wrong, Cain? You have been quiet recently.”
I glanced outside of the floor-to-ceiling windows and sank farther into my seat. “I do not know. I feel 'off'. I feel like I can never get a sermon correct. I feel like our people are losing faith in me. And I feel like the battle that must be waged with the Hangmen is impossible. One Chechen contract does not seem like enough.” I stared at Judah and said, “I lived with the Hangmen for five years. I know how far their reach goes, and I know how many contracts they have. One Chechen deal is like hitting a lion with a plastic arrow—it will anger them, but it will not kill. In fact, it is the person shooting the arrow who stands to be torn apart.”
Judah walked beside me and laid his hand on my shoulder. “But we have the Lord on our side. And the Lord’s message lives within you.”
“I have yet to receive a message from God. Uncle David received them directly. God spoke to him as you do me now, but I myself have had no word, no contact.”
“It will come,” Judah soothed. “You are new, the commune is still being developed. God will speak to you when we are ready to receive a commandment.”
Running a hand down my face, I forced a smile. “You’re right.”
“Judah’s wide smile was infectious. Then he stepped backwards. “Come, I have something that will make you happy.”
I got to my feet and followed Judah into the living room. A stack of DVD cases were piled up on the coffee table standing before the sofa’s. Judah motioned for me to sit. I did as he asked.
Judah walked into the hallway and came back with a TV on a cart. I frowned. “Judah, what is this? You know we shun technology.”
He stopped and said, “Then how else am I to show you these. And the Lord would not disapprove, it is right that you see these videos. You need to relax more and stop over-thinking your duties. Jesus had Mary Magdalene to soothe him when his message and ministry became too much, you need someone to do the same.”
An image of Mae immediately sprung to mind, and for once, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to remember her black hair, her pale skin and those ice blue eyes that would smile at me when they lay upon me.
I remembered us sitting on the sofa in my room, her head laying on my shoulder as she slept. I had never felt anything like it before. Or since. I was convinced no one else would ever measure up.
The feeling of the sofa dipping beside me snapped me from my thoughts. Judah sat beside me. He was holding the remote in his hands, the TV screen was fuzzy, waiting to show me whatever Judah had brought.
“What is this, brother?” I asked. Judah’s happy grin spread back on his face.
“Your choices,” Judah answered cryptically, and pressed ‘play’ on the remote. At first I did not know what I was looking at, it was outside, somewhere in the commune. The amateur-looking tape then cut to a cream wall, perhaps the wall of the