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Catacombe dei Cappucini, Palermo, Sicily. 9.07pm
“So you’re saying that the monastery crypt is full of dead bodies?” asked Jake as their taxi sped from the airport towards the Capuchin monastery. “That’s normal though, right?”
“Yes, but these are clothed and more like mummies than skeletons. They still look like people,” Morgan replied.
“That just seems weird. Shame we have to go in after dark.”
Morgan laughed.
“You big baby. It wasn’t so long ago we were creeping round Venice after midnight.”
“Yes, but there weren’t any zombie looking bodies there. I prefer my dead people completely dead.”
Jake returned to studying the Devil’s Bible file as if he could solve the puzzle of its location by looking harder at it. Morgan gazed out of the window at the city speeding by as memories of
