Chapter 38



“Bonjour,” said a voice on the phone, not Christophe this time.  Cameron recognized the voice just the same.  The voice was that of the man Christophe was talking with yesterday when he thought that Cameron could not hear him.

“Its midday,” said Cameron.

“So it is,” said the man in a matter of fact tone, “the last confessional booth.”

The line was dead.

Cameron sighed.  He slipped the cell phone back into his inside pocket, dropped his arms to his sides, and then stretched his fingers wide.  No one around him had picked up a phone, took any notice of him, or made any casual steps toward the door of the basilica.  Cameron spoke under his breath, his lips barely trembling, “Here goes nothing.  I’m going in.”

“Have fun at mass,” said Pepe.  Cameron heard him in the tiny earpiece resting inside of his earlobe.

Cameron stepped to the curb and lightly touched down onto the small lane separating the church from the park, “It will only be confession today, my friend.”

“That could fill the day,” said Pepe.

“No, not at all,” said Cameron.

“When is the last time you confessed?”


“That is a lot of hail Marys I believe.”

“One evil at a time.  That’s the best I can do.”

“Maybe the money is in the confessional,” said Pepe.

“Maybe it’s a trap,” said Cameron.

“That would be dishonest.  Which confessional will you be in?”

“He said the last one,” Cameron briskly climbed the half a dozen steps up to the promenade.

“The end of the line.  I’ll be watching.  Viva Legionne,” said Pepe.

“The Legion is our strength.  I’ll see you soon.”

Cameron walked into the open door beyond the steps, entering a large anteroom that buffered the outside door from the cathedral.  The church was tranquil and cool, a departure from the heat and humidity across the promenade.  Cameron walked toward the amber light in the center of the anteroom beaming from the cathedral.  He took a breath and stepped into the doorway prepared to lock in the details of the room without looking too obvious.  Cameron had expected the cathedral to be impressive and was rewarded.  A wash of light came down from the portico windows bordering the ceiling to reflect on the golden baldaquin and the throne dais behind the altar was adorned with royal ornamentation.  A few people, more likely pilgrims than parishioners, sat in the first few pews near the door.  Others sat sporadically throughout the church.

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