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I sigh deeply, “I think so. As long as I agree for the beefy guards to come too.” I must remember to wear an outfit with pockets tomorrow.
“We will work with what we have. Try not to worry too much.”
I give him–or rather the wooden mesh–an epic side eye.
“Easy for you to say, Father. You're not the one who's going to have to marry a sociopath if all of this goes pear shaped.”
“Indeed. You certainly have the more difficult task, but please know that I am doing everything in my power to help you.”
“I know, Father. I'm sorry for being snarky. The stress must be getting to me.”
“I imagine having your father's bodyguards following you around is not helping.”
“No, it is not.”
“You know if you follow the corridor to the end and turn right, you will find some stairs. Go up them and that will take you to my private quarters. You can hang out there all day. Watch some TV or whatever.”
“That is exceedingly kind father, and I would take you up on it if it were not for the beefy guards outside. I suspect that if they don't see me when they check in the church all hell might break loose.”
“In that case allow me to give you a mission. Every Sunday I say mass at this children's home in Harlem. The home is for problem kids who are likely never to be adopted. I think both you and them would benefit from a visit.”
I frown thinking about it seriously. “I don't know if it's a good idea to visit and then disappear from their lives.”
“Indeed. I would agree with that assessment normally, and it is absolutely up to you. But I feel sure that both you and the children would benefit if you were to visit.”
I get to my feet. “Thank you, Father. I shall see you tomorrow.” I hesitate a moment. “Send me the location of that children's home.”
I can hear the smile in his voice when he replies, “I will do that.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Ispend the day preparing to travel, getting some shit together in preparation for going underground in New York. Weapons, clothes, money, food. I will be riding into the city in the back of a trailer filled with motorcycle spare parts. I won’t be able to take pee breaks or food stops.
It won’t do for some random person to catch sight of me and then mention it to anyone from my family or Gigi’s. Not to mention the FBI - Eric would have my ass.
Once I am done preparing, I call Benedetto to find out how his meeting with Gigi went.
“Bad news,capo.”
My heart stutters.
“I wasn't able to talk to her at the church. She was surrounded by bodyguards. I did talk to Father Lorenzo after she left, and he told me that they're hatching a Plan B.”
“Plan B? What is it?”
“I don't know, he wouldn't tell me. He said he would send Eric to explain to you when it was time.”
“Eric? Why him?”
“Something about him being neutral.”
“Is he gonna be neutral about me coming to town ahead of time?”
“I don't know man. Father Lorenzo seems to think so. But he said you gotta be here by Saturday.”
“That's not a problem. We're leaving tonight. I should be in New York by tomorrow night I think.”
“I don't know if I'll be able to meet you. Might raise suspicions if I go sneaking out in the middle of the night.”
