THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA

{ PT.  3 } Well done Paolo! Can't you trace their whereabouts?... Keep monitoring. He may switch it back on. In the meantime, text me this Frya woman's address, will you? As he ended the call, his men re-entered the reception area. Vincenzo shook his head. That's okay, said Don Primo. It looks like they're doing our job for us. I suspect they are on their way to Rome. Just as he finished speaking, his phone pinged. He smiled. And we have an address, where at the very least, we will get some answers.  ANGELICA PLACED THE LAST delectable morsel of pastry into her mouth, enjoying the sweet hint of orange zinging its way to each taste bud and leaving her mouth as fragrant as an orange grove. She rummaged in her bag, pulled out her bag, pulled out a book and started reading. Christiano concentrated on the road ahead, twisting his head as if trying to release the tension in his neck. How long until we get there? She asked. It should be another two hours or so. I've heard ...