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visions of Jesus. In almost every case, Peter read that a vision of Christ was a sign that an individual was chosen by God to deliver a message to humanity. It was an indication that he or she was blessed.
    Peter smiled. Surely, with his erotic dreams, he couldn’t be such a person. The vision had to have been his imagination. Still, Peter bowed his head. “Dear Lord,” he whispered, “if my vision was real, please give me a sign so I might know it. And if so, please help me to understand what it is I must do.”
     

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    RICK SULLIVAN PRESSED on the accelerator. As he’d anticipated, the car behind him matched his speed. He expected the lights to start flashing any moment, but they didn’t.
    Sullivan slowed his vehicle. The road out to the industrial area outside of the city wasn’t busy, and as he slowed down past the speed limit, the car behind him did as well. If they weren’t following him, they’d have passed.
    Why didn’t they just flash their lights and pull him over? Sullivan sped up again. Of course. They didn’t have a reason to. Their vehicle’s cameras would record everything. No, they’d have to apprehend him on foot, where cameras couldn’t contradict their story.
    Luck was on their side. Outside of the city proper, surveillance cameras were a lot less prevalent. Of course, that was one of the reasons Sullivan had hidden his weapons stash in an unused warehouse in that area.
    Now, with Bureau agents tailing him, he couldn’t get to his warehouse. Then they’d definitely have something to arrest him for. He hated leaving without a weapon, but he supposed Faris was safe enough. He could always acquire one after he arrived.
    But now he had to find a way to shake the agents. If he began speeding or driving recklessly, they’d have him dead to rights.
    The area around the city gave way to rolling, lightly wooded hills. As the elevation increased, the hills became steeper and more jagged, the woods thicker.
    Sullivan kept driving out past the industrial area, into the hills. He took out his tablet and brought up a map. He used it to find a narrow, winding road through the foothills and pulled off onto it.
    As he’d hoped, the road turned to gravel, then dirt, and began twisting its way up the side of the mountain range. Sullivan increased the distance between him and his pursuers, accelerating to dangerous speeds as he disappeared around each curve before slowing back down as the other car came back into view.
    He managed to get two curves ahead of them, and as he rounded the next one, he slammed on the brakes, dove from the vehicle and jumped over the guard railing. He began skidding down the side of the hill, grabbing small trees and bushes to slow his descent. Above him, he heard a collision and the sound of shattering glass. The anti-collision technology in the agents’ vehicle hadn’t had time to react once it rounded the sharp curve and came into view of Sullivan’s stopped car.
    Sullivan hooked his arm around a tree and looked behind him, up the hill. The two agents were out of their car and looking at him over the guard rail. He slid the rest of the way to the road below and began running along it.
    He had gone less than a hundred meters when he heard a gun go off behind him. He didn’t think they’d actually be shooting at him. He took a gamble and guessed that they’d fired off a warning shot to try and get him to stop running. He kept going. They’d call in backup if he got too far ahead and gave them a reason to slow their pursuit, so he knew he’d have to turn and face them eventually, but he wanted to get himself into a better position.
    Sullivan glanced behind him. Both of the agents were now on the road and running after him. Sullivan rounded a curve and stopped, pressing himself against the cliff. Maybe they’d fall for the same trick twice. He could hear their footfalls approaching fast.
    Just as he expected them to come around the corner, he leapt out from concealment