The little church was precisely how it had been when he'd first laid eyes on it from the car. Imran hid behind the wall by the road, looking every which way to make sure the Skulls weren't already there.
Confident that he was alone, he ran forward as fast as he could, pushing the door open and stepping inside the building. It wasn't an old church by any means. In fact, it looked like it had only been built a few years ago.
Sitting at the front, all alone, was the woman he was looking for. He stepped towards her, and she jumped in fright.
'Quem es tu?' she asked in Portuguese.
He shook his head. 'I'm sorry, I don't understand. Please. You must come with me. You are in danger.'
'Danger? What are you talking about, young man?'
I'm a friend of your sister's, Almerinda.'
The woman's eyes
