Chapter 7

           ThemodestdwellingwithintheChurchofSaint-Sulpicewaslocatedonthesecondfloorofthechurchitself,totheleftofthechoirbalcony.Atwo-roomsuitewithastonefloorandminimalfurnishings,ithadbeenhometoSisterSandrineBieilforoveradecade.Thenearbyconventwasherformalresidence,ifanyoneasked,butshepreferredthequietofthechurchandhadmadeherselfquitecomfortableupstairswithabed,phone,andhotplate.

           Asthechurch’sconservatriced’affaires,SisterSandrinewasresponsibleforoverseeingallnonreligiousaspectsofchurchoperationsgeneralmaintenance,hiringsupportstaffandguides,securingthebuildingafterhours,andorderingsupplieslikecommunionwineandwafers.

           Tonight,asleepinhersmallbed,sheawoketotheshrillofhertelephone.Tiredly,sheliftedthereceiver.

           «SoeurSandrine.EgliseSaint-Sulpice.»

           «Hello,Sister,»themansaidinFrench.

           SisterSandrinesatup.Whattimeisit?Althoughsherecognizedherboss’svoice,infifteenyearsshehadneverbeenawokenbyhim.Theabbéwasadeeplypiousmanwhowenthometobedimmediatelyaftermass.

           «IapologizeifIhaveawokenyou,Sister,»theabbésaid,hisownvoicesoundinggroggyandonedge.«Ihaveafavortoaskofyou.IjustreceivedacallfromaninfluentialAmericanbishop.

           Perhapsyouknowhim?ManuelAringarosa?»

           «TheheadofOpusDei?»OfcourseIknowofhim.WhointheChurchdoesn’t?Aringarosa’sconservativeprelaturehadgrownpowerfulinrecentyears.

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