CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
Zero pushed the heavy door closed behind him with a resonant boom and hurried across the narthex to the wide nave, its vaulted ceiling high overhead painted in a Biblical scene that he didn’t have time to appreciate. Instead he surveyed the layout. It was a fairly standard cathedral; beautiful, to be sure, but built in accordance with the rules by which such places were built in its time. The entrance faced the west. The chancel, which held the altar at the far end of the nave, was to the east. Projecting to the north and south were stubby transepts, wings of the nave that formed the cross-shaped floor plan on the cathedral.
It was less than ideal, but it had been a spur of the moment decision to take cover in there. It was open, with few hiding places but fewer place
