CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Remi awoke the next morning, still feeling the muzzy after-effects of jetlag and two long days of work, she found a text from Daniel saying the phone company had finally gotten their act together and given up the location of Father De Sanctis’s phone.
“Come down when you’re ready,” Daniel texted. “We’re in the breakfast room.”
Remi checked the time, cursed to see it was already 7:30, and rushed through her morning preparations as quickly as possible. She had seen that Kimberly had sent an email. She’d deal with that on the way to … wherever they were going.
Once ready, she rushed downstairs to find Daniel and Sergeant Esposito sipping coffee in the breakfast room.
“Where are we going?” Remi asked without sitting down.
Sergeant Esposito answered in Italian, “A town
