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Capela dos Ossos, Evora, Portugal. 11.38pm
The streets of Evora in southern Portugal were quiet as Natasha El-Behery stepped out of the midnight blue Mercedes Benz SLS AMG Coupé. She breathed in the cool air, thankful for the darkness after the heat of the summer day. Franco and Ivan pulled up behind her in their more functional sedan and she walked to their car, turquoise rings flashing as she smoothed back her copper curls. She looked towards the church of St Francis and then bent to the window.
“Stay behind in the shadows,” she said. “I’ll try to get the book the easy way but be ready on my word.” The men nodded. Natasha smiled, bestowing on them a flash of her favor. Like the winter sun, it was swift and brilliant, but quickly turned to a freeze.
Her heels clicked as she walked
