CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Remi realized they must have made some sound, because the man with the knife immediately spun around to face them. Remi’s breath caught as she saw his eyes.
There was madness in those eyes.
“Father Chariton Eliades, this is the FBI!” Daniel barked. “Put down the knife and step away from Father Gentili. You are under arrest.”
Eliades yanked on Gentili’s hair, pulling him to his feet, and yet it was Eliades who winced.
What was that? Pain? Had Gentili hurt his attacker? Considering their respective sizes, it didn’t seem likely. But Remi could see Eliades’s brow was beaded with sweat.
“Back away,” he said in English, “or I will kill him.”
The Greek stepped behind the Italian, using him as a human shield.
“There’s no way out,” Daniel said, his g*n not wavering a mill
