CHAPTER NINE
Remi rubbed her tired eyes. She didn’t know how long she had been at it. Brother Lucco had been kind enough to stay and had gone to a back room in the church upstairs to stretch out on a sofa and doze. That left her alone in the cold cellar, hunched over medieval texts.
Daniel had popped in a while before to tell her they had gotten a judge in a night court to grant a search warrant for the phone, and now the Rome police were getting the phone company to track Father De Sanctis’s phone. It would take some time.
Then he had left. That had been … what? … two hours ago? Three?
And still she hadn’t found what she was looking for.
Remi yawned. She should have asked Brother Lucco for the location of the coffee machine.
She continued through a medieval copy of 6th century sermo
