“Preacher walks away and stands for a spell staring out the cell window with his long, skinny hands folded behind him. Ben looks at those hands and shivers. What kind of a man would have his fingers tattooed that way? he thinks. The fingers of the right hand, each one with a blue letter beneath the gray, evil skin – L – O – V – E. And the fingers of the left hand done the same way only now the letters spell out H – A – T – E. What kind of a man? What kind of a preacher?”
