THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA

{ PT.  15 } - The cook has arranged for us to enter the country unseen. He has also arranged the fake passports. We need to take photos this evening so that I can hand them to him on board the ship. What time are we leaving? asked Christiano. The taxi is picking us up at dawn. I will pop out this evening and get your pills. Christiano nodded, appreciatively.                                                                            THE CARDINAL SAT ON an over-sized sofa in the study, sipping brandy and reading from an antiquated book. A phone rang and buzzed in his vicinity. He reached into his pocket, with-drew his cell phone and accepted the call, and then placed it on the coffee table by his side. Your Eminence, came the gruff voice. Kristoff, as always, a speedy return call. What do you have...