A gun thrust through the crack of the closing door, knocking it open again.
The Abbot stood there, his shrunken head a mask of despair but his eyes burning with fanaticism. He had seemed so harmless, so welcoming, but now Morgan could see that he had a hidden agenda, but she couldn’t try to attack him, not with Jake so weak.
“You should have left,” he said. “The explosion was a warning, but now God has led me to the book through the destructive fire. I’ve been searching for the Devil’s Bible and finally here it is.” He indicated with the gun. “Get out and leave the trolley there.”
“Who are you working for?” Jake whispered, his face grey and sweating now. Morgan could see he was suffering, and she helped him back out into the narrow corridor.
The Abbot entered the elevator with the book
