The chartered turboprop was just passing over the twinkling lights of Monaco when Aringarosahung up on Fache for the second time. He reached for the airsickness bag again but felt too drainedeven to be sick.

　　Just let it be over!

　　Fache's newest update seemed unfathomable, and yet almost nothing tonight made sense anymore.

　　What is going on? Everything had spiraled wildly out of control. What have I gotten Silas into?

　　What have I gotten myself into!

　　On shaky legs, Aringarosa walked to the cockpit. "I need to change destinations."The pilot glanced over his shoulder and laughed. "You're joking, right?""No. I have to get to London immediately.""Father, this is a charter flight, not a taxi.""I will pay you extra, of course. How much? London is only one hour farther north and requiresalmost no change of direction, so—""It's not a question of money, Father, there are other issues.""Ten thousand euro. Right now."The pilot turned, his eyes wide with shock. "How much? What kind of priest carries that kind ofcash?"Aringarosa walked back to his black briefcase, opened it, and removed one of the bearer bonds. Hehanded it to the pilot.

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