“Mario and Luca are good boys, honourable men. I knew both of their fathers during the war. The boys will keep us safe,” said Father Mario and he showed them to their rooms inside the villa.
The rooms were comfortably furnished, simple but functional. As safe houses went, Jack Grant had stayed in far worse.
“The villa belongs to a friend of mine who has retired back to Sicily; he owes me a service. We can stay here for as long as you need it,” explained the priest. “I will be downstairs. I will stay with you tonight. For now, rest. Come down after you have slept and we will talk some more.”
They had food, a fresh change of clothes and, most of all, security. For now, they were away from the danger of the streets and it gave them time to think through their next move.
“Grazie, Father Ma
