Chapter Twelve
The Priest, Hydra
Later on Saturday they put in a proper appearance at the church. Whistling through his teeth an old man in long robes approached them. Kostas introduced Lu to his priest. “Let us get acquainted.” He ushered them toward his small office in the back. “Shall we?” A guiding hand at her back. Lu smiled nervously. “Things will go easier when we all get on a first name basis,” he began.
What things, Lu wondered. Smelling of mothballs, the old man gave her a swift kiss on the cheek. His old eyes crinkled with a smile. Their gaze met and held for a long moment. Then he began a prayer to himself. He knew about their evils. What Lu did.
Kostas had insisted on helping her strategically place a discreet scarf. “To be proper,” he advised. The priest looked disappoint
