Twenty minutes later

“Where is she?” Lucian paced down the hallway, “I need to get down to the port, but I need to see Sister Maria before we leave.”

Domenico glanced at his phone, “I’ve put a call through to the convent, she should be here in….”

His voice trailed off when the elevator chimed as its doors slid open.

Two of Lucian’s men stepped out first, carrying a wooden chest between them. Behind them, a pair of feet trailed.

Her habit pressed neat ...