In.the.land.of.saints.and.sinners.2023.1080p.10... -

Finbar looked past him at the men. Belfast types. Guns in waistbands. The Troubles bleeding into every corner of Ireland, even here, where saints were just sinners who hadn’t been caught yet.

The file sat untouched on the hard drive— In.the.Land.of.Saints.and.Sinners.2023.1080p.10... —a fragmented label for a fragmented man. In.the.Land.of.Saints.and.Sinners.2023.1080p.10...

"Mr. Murphy," the boy said, wiping blood from his mouth. "They say you were a saint once." Finbar looked past him at the men

Finbar Murphy pressed pause on the computer screen. The movie was his own life, more or less. Small coastal town. Gray skies. A pub called The Crossroads. And him, the retired gunman who’d spent thirty years killing for the wrong reasons before discovering he had a soul. The Troubles bleeding into every corner of Ireland,

He opened it to see a boy—no older than sixteen—with a split lip and a leather jacket. Behind him, two men in suits that didn’t fit.