john bustine

-Bethlehem, huh? he blew smoke at his thumb and considered it some more. the hell kind of name is that? -a biblical one, boss. -but for a girl? he turned and spat. -for anyone, i guess. or for her, at least. something moved in the leaves just out of sight. Beller shook his head and smiled at the darkness. -Bethlehem. Jesus. -that was the idea. -what? -God, i mean. our lord. he looked up to where the moon ought to have been and blinked. -of course, he said. our lord.