shoulders, and her face seemed softer somehow. I smiled. âGood morning.â
âWhat are you staring at?â she asked.
âNothing.â I turned away, gesturing out toward the horizon. âDadâs coming!â
Cass squinted into the distance, shielding his eyes against the sun. âUh . . . did he grow a huge black beard since yesterday?â
I could see the shape of the car now. Dad had rented a Mercedes coupe at the airport, but this was a minivan jammed with people. The driverâs window was down, and as the van got closer, I could make out a guy with gray hair, glasses, and a ZZ Top beard. He called out something in Greek, waving his arm.
âA priest,â Aly said. âOh, great, weâre trespassers in a house of worship.â
I didnât like the looks of these guys. But then again, I wasnât used to seeing Greek priests. âHello!â I called back.
âNo speaky Greeky!â Cass chimed in.
As the car pulled up to the church, the man smiled. I could see now that he was wearing a dark robe. âAmericans?â he asked. âEarly for the service?â
âRight!â Cass squeaked.
Now the back doors were opening. Two other men, all in long robes, climbed out of the minivan. It seemed like a lot of priests for such a little church.
And priests did not usually carry firearms.
âJack . . .â Aly said, taking my arm.
My eye was on the person now emerging from thepassenger door. As he stood and walked toward us around the minivan, he smiled and held out his arms.
Cass and Aly stiffened.
âGood morning,â said Brother Dimitrios. âI always had faith I would see you again.â
CHAPTER NINETEEN
D EIFIRTEP
T HE BACKPACK.
I still had it. We hadnât hidden it away.
Great. The plan was to be captured by the Massa, but not to give them the whole store!
Cass and Aly were both staring at the pack. It was too late to do anything about it now. âWhat did you do to my father?â I asked. âHow did you get his cell phone?â
âJack, whatever are you talking about?â Dimitrios said, laughing. âYour father is still with his plane. We donât need to steal a cell phone to find you.â
He stepped forward, open arms, as if he wanted to give me a hug hello. But I knew enough about Dimitriosâs friendliness. It was as fake as a plastic jack-oâ-lantern.I shrank away, out of his grip. âCome now, no need to be afraid. You should be delighted.â
One of Dimitriosâs goons was opening the back door of the minivan.
âSo . . . weâre supposed to go with you?â Cass squeaked.
âItâs not uncomfortable,â Dimitrios said. âWe will drive smoothly.â
âSo, um, what are you going to do to us?â Cass blurted out.
Dimitrios chuckled. âCelebrate, of course. Over the triumphant newsâthat there is new hope for your lives!â
Cass and Aly eyed me warily. Neither of them moved.
âChildren, letâs be open,â Dimitrios said. âThe Massa, as you know, are all about openness. You are carrying two Loculi. And, if Iâm correct, you also have the remaining pieces of the Loculus of Healing.â
I gasped. âHow did you know?â
âBecause, dear boy, we could not find them in New York,â Dimitrios said. âAnd we recovered everything. Think about itâwith your pieces and ours, we may be able to resume the search for Loculi! We will have three! Look around. Do you see the Karai Institute coming after you to save your lives? No! But, voilà âhere we are!â
âWho loves ya, babe?â grunted Dimitriosâs helper, gesturing toward the back of the van.
Three. He hadnât said a thing about Zeusâs Loculus.âSo . . . how did you know we were here?â
âWe have spent years recruiting agents,â Dimitrios replied. âOur man in this area drives a