Trip was a dangerous man, as is any man on a mission from God. He was filled with righteous anger and single mindedly bent on dispensing justice to the wicked. He was no saint himself, and he knew it, but it didn't take a saint, to know right from wrong. His heart was his compass, and it was leading him to a place where he could find forgiveness for the blood on his soul. Mickey had an appetite for blood. From its silky texture to its coppery taste, he knew its flavor intimately. His palette was finely tuned to weed the good from the bad, the infected from the pure. He was looking for just...