Michael Savage - Abuse of Power

Despite his disappointments, despite the lumps he took to get here, Jack couldn’t imagine a better life.

He was in the city he cherished, close to people he cared for and who cared for him, with all the material things he needed-and what, after all, could matter more than that?

Well, there was one thing. And he vowed to do something about that.

Six months after the showdown on the bridge, on a cold Friday night in London, the body of Adam Swain was found by a girlfriend in his apartment near Westminster. He had been strapped to a chair by an unknown assailant, his body covered with burns that were determined to have been made by the application of an electric baton.

For several hours, according to the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner.

Coincidentally, on that same night, the imam of a local mosque, Faakhir Zuabi, was found dead in his office, a. 22 caliber bullet hole in his forehead.

Neither of the murders was ever solved.

The following day, two men boarded a plane at Heathrow and flew into Ben Gurion International with a group of their fellow Chabad-Lubavitcher Chasids.

Their names were Rabbi Mel Neershum and Jacob Samuel Heshowitz.

They spent the next few days visiting with the Reb’s cousin Ohad before returning to San Francisco. But before they left, Jack and Sara and Reb, each at the same time, went to his own church or mosque or temple and prayed.

All of them prayed to God.

To the same God.