15
Dryas
I sit at my desk, my feet resting on the broad glass surface. Tenting my fingers, I try not to lose my patience with Ari, who is finally calling in from Liechtenstein. I lean down to the phone, which is on speakerphone mode.
“What did you find out?” I ask, trying not to sound as frustrated as I am.
There is a crackle on the other end. There isn’t any cellphone service where the convent is; Ari has to backtrack almost fifty miles to an actual town where the service is spotty at best.
“Ama is still residing in the convent and attending church at regular intervals,” Ari answers.
“I don’t care about her. What did you find out about Derrik? Were you able to contact any of the boys he keeps around?”
I hear Ari sigh on the other end. “I did. I isolated one named Jerome, and paid h
