Chapter Four
The storm stayed at bay as we made our way up the British Isles. The wind was light and the currents calm. I put the boat in reverse and took a sharp turn. Instead of skidding, the boat pivoted and we coasted neatly into a docking space.
We’d radioed ahead, and emergency personnel met us on the pier. They took the captain and his mate into a medical vehicle. The men thanked us profusely for our help on the waters, leaving me feeling a little more vindicated. When I turned to Father Gerard, his gaze was solely fixed on Loren.
“I suppose this is goodbye for now, Ms. Van Alst.”
“For now?” Loren said. “Don’t tell me you believe in fate, Father. Isn’t that blasphemy against your God?”
“No. Fate is the handiwork of God. And the Creator sends us his angels disguised as ordinary
