The silver Mercedes rolled down the slightly busy road, accelerating gradually as it rounded a bend. The driver was a man in his prime, with slightly parted brown hair that seemed almost red in the sunlight. His attire was casual enough not to make him stand out yet gave him an air of seriousness. On the left part of his turtleneck shirt, a beautiful bejeweled silver cross pinned there gleamed in the sunlight brightly. Vincent McAllen mused quietly as he drove his car downtown. The recent spate of violent murders had gotten everyone concerned, some more than others. As an Exorcist as well as the one of the coordinators of this whole thing, it was easy to see how much the deaths had affected him. The fact that innocent people were being killed aside, Vincent had an uncomfortable notion that these murders were only the beginning. He did not like to sound too pessimistic but as far as he was concerned, if there was even a slight chance of something bad happening, he would rather no
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