[ CHAPTER 40 ] - ( THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA ) - { PT. 6 }

{ PT.  6 } - He retrieved a key from behind a plant pot and unlocked the patio door. They're not home? said Angelica. Our friends spend eighty per cent of their time away on business. I watch the place for them. We'll be safe here. And what about Christiano? We should call the police. Kurkush pulled on the patio door, and they entered a dark room with the stale odour of closed doors and summer heat. He shut it behind him and locked it. We've always said no police. Don Primo has found you, and I don't know how, then the police are always a risk, said Kurush. How are you so sure? replied Angelica. Did you go to the police when you were hiding from him at the convent? Angelica sighed. No. In our home town, every officer was in his pocket. Exactly. The best plan is to wait until we think it's safe to go back home. Then we will deal with what we find, said Kurush. Even if it's Christiano's dead body? replied Angelica.              HIDDEN INSIDE THE DOORWAY of the guest bedroom, Christiano stood poised with the bat raised above his head. Droplets of sweat formed beads of liquid glass on his face. His chest was visibly heaving; his expression was strained with tension. Faint footballs grew louder on the stairs. He peered round the doorway to see Alessandro reach to top of the stairs and walk directly opposite, to the study door. He reached for the handle and gave the unrelenting door a tug. With his hands firmly grasped around the bat, Christiano crept out of his room.                                                                                      _______________________________________________________   
 

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