CHAPTER THREE
Daniel led Remi up the stairs. It was nice having her along on this case. He had worried they’d never team up again.
“Find out anything?” he asked.
“I didn’t have much time to look at the books, but Jaxx was sneaking prayers when Brother Lucco wasn’t looking, and did it with his sleeve rolled up.”
“I suppose our monk buddy didn’t notice anything on his skin?”
“No.”
“Civilians,” Daniel grunted. “They always make such bad witnesses.”
They stepped into the church’s somber interior, empty save for a uniformed officer looking up respectfully at a wooden sculpture of Jesus on the cross.
“So this church is named after the guy who wrote the Confessions, right?” Daniel asked.
“No. It was named after Saint Augustine of Canterbury. He started the conversion of the Anglo-Saxons
