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Blackfriars, Oxford, England. May 24 11.53am
Ben logged off and gazed out of his window down onto the Blackfriars quad. There were young lay students there, as well as some of the monks in their habits and several policemen. They all seemed at a loss to understand what had happened here just a few days ago. Ben had played the forgetful old monk card and they had bought it, assuming him to be an innocent bystander caught in the cross-fire.
No one else had seen Morgan, so her name was kept out of the news. Maybe he had Marietti to thank for that.
At the thought of that man, Ben’s face darkened, but remembering what Morgan needed stopped him from descending into ancient memory and despair. He couldn’t let the past prevent her from saving Faye, but he was deeply suspicious of what ARKAN
