CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
As the car sped down one of Rome’s main streets, Daniel cursing and struggling with the traffic, Remi tried not to feel carsick and continued speaking with Father Ambrogio.
“Father, you mentioned that a member died recently.”
“That’s correct. Father Chariton Eliades, one of our members in Athens. We got a call just last month that he had died in an automobile accident. Such a loss. He was in the prime of his life.”
“Are you sure he’s dead?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Turn left here, Daniel. Yes, Father, did you get confirmation of his death?”
That investigator from the Vatican thought it was an inside job until he saw me. He never divulged his evidence for that, but I’m betting it’s more evidence than we’ve managed to gather.
“Each member keeps an emergency contact n
