about it, there simply wasn’t time. She followed him down the hallway toward the steps that led up to the cathedral. “How long do you think we’ll have before they circle back and check the cathedral again?”
“It depends on how organized they are. They’ve just pulled off a major ambush so I’d like to believe they won’t be too methodical about their search just yet. We might have an hour, maybe several hours. We still need to move quickly.”
“And where are we moving to? Do you still think you can get me out of the country?”
A smile twitched in the corner of Levi’s eyes. “Now you want out of the country?”
He looked far too pleased with her change of priorities, but Isabelle refused to be distracted from her goal of reaching safety. “If Stephanos Valli is working with the insurgent forces, then yes, I want to get as far from here as I possibly can.”
“Then we’ll need help.” Levi led her up the stairs to the back hallway of the cathedral, where the stone floors gave way to Persian rugs, softening their footfalls. “One of the deacons at the Cathedral is a former Sanctuary International agent. If he’s here—if we can find him before anyone else recognizes you—perhaps he can help us get to out of the country. The Sanctuary International headquarters are in New York City. We’ll be safest there.”
Isabelle nodded. “What does this former agent look like?”
“I don’t know,” Levi admitted. “We’ve never met, but your father mentioned his name in passing—”
“What’s his name, then?”
“Dan? Don? Dom?”
“Dom Procopio?”
“Yes.” Levi snapped his fingers. “I think that’s it.”
“Dom Procopio is a deacon and a friend of my father,” Isabelle offered cautiously. They’d made their way down the richly inlaid hall, and now the doors to the deacons’ offices appeared in front of Isabelle as she turned the corner. The name Dom Procopio was etched into the placard on the third door, and Isabelle grasped the doorknob with her right hand.
Levi’s calloused fingers covered hers. “Careful,” he cautioned her, suddenly so close that she could feel his warmth still the goose bumps on her arm. “We don’t know what we’ll find on the other side of that door.”
Isabelle swallowed but didn’t dare turn around to meet his eyes. She’d spent too much time getting close to Levi already. Needing to put some space between them, she cautiously cracked the door open just far enough to allow her to see inside the room.
Dom Procopio sat bound to his desk chair, a thick gag stuffed into his mouth.
Isabelle wondered if he was even still alive.
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