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around selling Jesus,” he said irritably, wearily, and opened the door.From the armchair, Hazard couldn’t see who fired the shots. The hard scraps of his heart muscle through an exit wound in his back. He’d been mortuary material even as he fell.The death-blinded blue of the actor’s shock-widened eyes seemed [145] less cold than they had been He looked as if he needed some Jesus now.Hazard stepped over the body, out of the apartment. He saw the shooter reach the end of the hallway. The guy leaped down the stairs two at a time. Hazard went after him.boom, boom, boom of three rapid reports, however, told him that the killer was packing a high-caliber piece, maybe a .357, or bigger.Unless Seventh Day Adventists had adopted hard-sell techniques, Reynerd had been mistaken about the purpose of the caller.Hazard came up from the armchair on the second boom, reached for his bolstered pistol on the third.As mortal now as even Gable and Bogart had proved to be, Reynerd jolted backward, went down, casting a Technicolor splatter across the black-and-white apartment in which he had been so wide, so deep, so alive.Moving toward the actor, Hazard heard running footsteps in the public hall.Reynerd had taken three rounds point-blank in his broad chest, including one that must have punched significant