The nightmare had only started for Brandy and Ray. All morning they"d been held a stone"s throw from the caretaker"s body, questioned as if they were criminals and, despite the sunshine, kept completely in the dark.
Now, apparently, they"d been summoned. They were escorted across the eastern field to the unhallowed grave-site of the executed Templars and there made to wait again – without explanation. A female soldier, who"d brought them, stood between Brandy and Ray outside the fence. A second gendarme, a young man, stood inside behind the raised tomb at the opposite end. Neither spoke; just stared with unreadable eyes.
Brandy felt disconnected as if she were having an out-of-body experience. She stole a glance at Ray. He, too, looked remote. Poor Ray. He"d convinced himself there was a
