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Susan Jenkins had followed the directions right down to the last thread. Everything was in place, she had made no mistakes, but she prayed anyway. "Amen."

She was doing the work of Jesus. Susan understood this completely and utterly. She was compelled to do it, for His glorious sake.

She knew the route to her destination by heart. How many times had she stood outside its doors now? A hundred? A thousand? Why get a job when she had the work of God to fufill?

And so, on Tuesday morning early, she headed to the abortion clinic with the bomb.