"That's a ridiculous accusation," Malcolm whispered, amused. "It's my job to help people. And if I get the rid the world of cretins like you, all the better."
"You tortured me," Tuck hissed at him. "And you liked it."
The sheriff laughed and then he reached out, taking hold of Tuck's face. Tuck breathed in sharply through his nose, but he didn't pull away. His congregation could see him, and he didn't believe for a second they would be safe if he pulled away from the sheriff and they attacked the man to protect their reverend. He had a feeling that would lump them right in with the 'cretins' and he had to keep them safe. He had to. "What the fuck are you doing?" His heart was pounding against his ribcage and he felt sick.