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Authors: Lynne Hinton
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unknown by anyone but the two siblings and now the abbot and Eve and the murderer. These pages, of words that were being ascribed to Sister Maria de Jesus de Agreda, had been written apparently for the Jumano Indians, the tribe that the revered nun was said to have appeared to while she was in residence in Agreda, Spain. If Eve’s math was right, these pages would have to be over four hundred years old and would surely elicit a tremendous response from theologians, archaeologists, historians, and religious scholars. These writings were so important, she had been told, they could possibly even push forward the beatification of the Spanish nun.
Brother Anthony had found the pages in Isleta while working at the pueblo parish, and he took them, without permission, with only the thought to delight and surprise his sister. Kelly, obviously clear about the value of such a treasure, had revealed to her brother earlier in the evening that she planned to tell everyone about the discovery at the conference scheduled for the following day. This revelation caused him to become angry and created a rift between the siblings. It also seemed to Eve that Kelly had not only changed her speech for the following day to include this new finding but also told someone else, someone who must have gotten to her room sometime after dinner, found and stolen the writings, and ultimately killed her.
Eve leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. Kelly was dead. And even though there was more than enough circumstantial evidence against Anthony to make him look like the murderer, she could not accept that he would have killed his sister, no matter how angry he was. It didn’t really matter, however, what she thought because he was now gone, having disobeyed the abbot and fled the crime scene, adding even more evidence against him. She thought again about the letter and knew that if she’d read it correctly, Anthony had left the monastery. But where did he go? Did he run away? Was this a suicide letter? Is he in peril just as Kelly was?
Evangeline was clear that she was in over her head in this situation. She knew she had helped her father find the killer of the movie director in Madrid, and she knew she had been smart enough to help her friend and her father’s former partner, Daniel, find her sister, who had gone missing in Las Vegas, but trying to find a murderer who appeared to have left no clues as to his or her identity, or even trying to find Brother Anthony and convince him to return to the monastery and tell the authorities what had happened or persuade him not to harm himself, all of this was more than she knew how to handle. She considered her options, understanding she would have to make the call. At a time like this, only one person could really help her figure out what she should do.
TWELVE
“What time is it?” The question was more of a growl than recognizable words.
Eve cringed. She hated waking the Captain. “It’s after two,” she answered, counting the hours she had been up and the minutes since the police had arrived at the abbey. She was still in the dining room and still alone, although the sounds of voices were building around her and she could see lights coming on in various parts of the building. With all this action she knew she wouldn’t be by herself much longer.
“Then this better be good,” came the reply. “You in jail for speeding? You turn your bike over in a ditch?”
“What? No,” she responded, starting to think she shouldn’t have called him after all.
“You break into the animal shelter, vandalize the premises, and set all them dogs and cats free again? Have you been arrested again?”
Eve sighed. “Why do you always bring that up—and I wasn’t arrested, anyway. I just got put on probation. That place was horrible. Those animals were neglected. It needed public attention. And in fact, I never would have been caught in the first place if your partner, Daniel, hadn’t ratted me out to
Brother Anthony had found the pages in Isleta while working at the pueblo parish, and he took them, without permission, with only the thought to delight and surprise his sister. Kelly, obviously clear about the value of such a treasure, had revealed to her brother earlier in the evening that she planned to tell everyone about the discovery at the conference scheduled for the following day. This revelation caused him to become angry and created a rift between the siblings. It also seemed to Eve that Kelly had not only changed her speech for the following day to include this new finding but also told someone else, someone who must have gotten to her room sometime after dinner, found and stolen the writings, and ultimately killed her.
Eve leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. Kelly was dead. And even though there was more than enough circumstantial evidence against Anthony to make him look like the murderer, she could not accept that he would have killed his sister, no matter how angry he was. It didn’t really matter, however, what she thought because he was now gone, having disobeyed the abbot and fled the crime scene, adding even more evidence against him. She thought again about the letter and knew that if she’d read it correctly, Anthony had left the monastery. But where did he go? Did he run away? Was this a suicide letter? Is he in peril just as Kelly was?
Evangeline was clear that she was in over her head in this situation. She knew she had helped her father find the killer of the movie director in Madrid, and she knew she had been smart enough to help her friend and her father’s former partner, Daniel, find her sister, who had gone missing in Las Vegas, but trying to find a murderer who appeared to have left no clues as to his or her identity, or even trying to find Brother Anthony and convince him to return to the monastery and tell the authorities what had happened or persuade him not to harm himself, all of this was more than she knew how to handle. She considered her options, understanding she would have to make the call. At a time like this, only one person could really help her figure out what she should do.
TWELVE
“What time is it?” The question was more of a growl than recognizable words.
Eve cringed. She hated waking the Captain. “It’s after two,” she answered, counting the hours she had been up and the minutes since the police had arrived at the abbey. She was still in the dining room and still alone, although the sounds of voices were building around her and she could see lights coming on in various parts of the building. With all this action she knew she wouldn’t be by herself much longer.
“Then this better be good,” came the reply. “You in jail for speeding? You turn your bike over in a ditch?”
“What? No,” she responded, starting to think she shouldn’t have called him after all.
“You break into the animal shelter, vandalize the premises, and set all them dogs and cats free again? Have you been arrested again?”
Eve sighed. “Why do you always bring that up—and I wasn’t arrested, anyway. I just got put on probation. That place was horrible. Those animals were neglected. It needed public attention. And in fact, I never would have been caught in the first place if your partner, Daniel, hadn’t ratted me out to
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