The next morning, the three went to church. They sat in the back and knelt down in prayer. Sarah whispered her prayers, hoping that Ma was safe and sound and that she would be proud of them for what they've done. She didn't move as Connor stood up. She prayed for Da, whoever he was and wherever he could be. She's been praying for him since she could remember. The faceless man she never met.
She felt Murphy tap her shoulder and pull her up.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Connor and Rocco are up to some kinda shit," Murphy gestured to the confessional.
Paul Smecker floundered out of a confessional and stumbled out of the church. Sarah and Murphy glanced at each other, both of them lost. They walked up to where Connor and Rocco were stepping out.
"What the hell was that?" Sarah asked Connor as he stormed out of the building.
"Fucking Roc thought to threaten the good Father," Connor growled.
"Because of Smecker?" Sarah guessed, ignoring the fury concerning Rocco.
"C'mon," Connor tapped her shoulder, "we got a phone call to make."
A few hours later, they were making a phone call to Smecker, telling him all the details they could about the man who attacked them yesterday. Sarah pulled out a cigarette from the box Rocco had, lighting it and blowing smoke at Rocco's face. Tonight was Poppa Joe Yakavetta., right in his home. After this they were fleeing to New York. Things were getting too hot here in Boston.