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Kutna Hora, Sedlec, Czech Republic. 2.03am
The night chill hung like mist in the air as Natasha El-Behery stepped through the monastery gate, pulling the elegant cashmere shawl closer about her as she wheeled the heavy suitcase towards the church. She shivered, but tonight she was dressed to make an impression and a little cold wouldn’t put her off.
The old Capuchin monk had delivered the Devil’s Bible and had been eager for his reward, his only wish to finally meet his dark Lord. But Natasha was unwilling to share the glory of finding it with anyone, so she had taken him up in the helicopter with her and then pushed him out into the darkness of the Tyrrhenian Sea.
She smiled as she remembered the utter surprise on his face as he fell into the darkness.
Her smile spread as she thou
