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Ben Gallagher scratched at his beard and stared through the gap in the curtains, watching the unfolding scene at the grain store. He knew exactly what the police would find there, and he knew it would make no immediate difference. But that was the whole point. It would plant a seed in their minds. It would open a paper trail. And there might well be something they’d spot while they were here — something which could start to unravel the whole operation.
He hadn’t expected them to spring into action so quickly. He couldn’t even be certain his messages were getting out — until now. That was a good thing, though. If he couldn’t be sure his messages were getting to their intended target, there was little chance of Father Kümmel or his henchmen finding anything out.
Father Kümmel must have
