She flipped through the channels and, finding nothing of interest, turned it back off. She went to the living room window and looked out. It had turned out to be a lovely afternoon. Maggie went to her closet, pulled out some running clothes, and took off to Central Park. As she ran, she cataloged what she needed and wanted to do: she needed to get out of the Third Order’s line of fire; she wanted to understand how St. Francis was in possession of a Scottish artifact; she needed to figure out what to do with the amulet. And here, she was torn. The relic had such important Scottish historical and Italian religious meaning – both Scotland and the church had legitimate claims to it. She wanted to honor both but had no answer as to exactly how to pull that off.
These thoughts carried her through her entire run, and as she was headed back to the apartment, she ducked into a deli for a Reuben to go. She took it back to the apartment, and as she was sitting at the counter eating it, the phone rang. It was Callum.
“So, lass, you are safely in New York.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement. “I take it you are well?”
“Aye, well rested and full. I want to thank you for getting me out of Corsica. I must admit I was terribly impressed. Remind me never to get on your bad side.”
Callum laughed. “Mind ye, lass,” he said with a chuckle. “It took all of this to get ye ta finally mind me.”
“Callum, do you know whatever happened to that Italian arrest warrant? One of these days, I need to go back and thank Brother Ventimiglio and Sister Cecilia.”
“The arrest warrant has been rescinded, and if you do ever return, I would not worry about Agent Leone. Apparently, she was caught in a compromising position and has been forced out of the police force. It was quite the scandal, and she has left Umbria.”
“And I am sure you had nothing to do with that.” Maggie’s sarcasm was palpable.
“Of course not.” Callum matched her sarcastic tone perfectly.
“Do you suppose I can return home? Have you made any progress on those people that kidnapped me?”
“We believe we know who they are. However, there was not enough evidence at the cottage to properly charge them. We have them under surveillance, but they are not in custody. If you don’t mind being bait, you might help us apprehend them.”
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