Here Comes the Lord

Chapter 859 Ease on the Traffic

A limousine bearing the Vasconcelos family crest — a lavishly ornamented letter “V” in the style of a medieval insignia — glided down the streets of Braspolis with quiet majesty.

Ordinary cars instinctively gave way, as if the road itself acknowledged the power of those inside. What the driver did not realize, however, was that this rare ease in traffic was not due to privilege but fear.

Only hours earlier, Mark Ferro’s car had exploded in a violent fireball, and the city’s motorists, shaken by the thought of hidden bombs, had abandoned their vehicles in favor of buses and trains.

Across the city, television screens in electronics stores displayed images of Mark’s burning car.

Buses were swelled with anxious commuters; the central station seethed with passengers despite the clock showing barely two in the afternoon.

Subways filled to bursting, their doors opening to swallow passengers like a herd of frightened elephants.

Even the sidewalks were lined with citizens waving for taxis or