CHAPTER SEVEN
They got to the Church of St. Lazarus at seven that night, Remi still carrying an airport coffee as they got out of the taxi. The hectic pace of their investigation, so soon after the jetlag of an international flight, was beginning to take its toll.
Remi had found the church’s location easily enough on Google Maps, with no reference to the Association of Devout Students that supposedly was also based there.
The church was a small one, built in the Baroque style of the 18th century in what was then the outskirts of Rome, and now a poor quarter of rundown tenement buildings and cheap shops. She noted a large number of Africans and Arabs, no doubt from the flood of refugees that had been coming into Italy in recent years. The country had been a prime destination for those fl
