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“He’s a priest,” Wesley said as the reality of Søren’s profession finally sank in. He knew, of<br />
course. He’d known from the beginning. Nora never hid that from him. But seeing the collar...<br />
“He is. And possibly the finest priest in America if not the world. And if he wants to remain a<br />
priest and get his lover back, then it’s for the best we leave the authorities out of this. I can only<br />
protect his secrets so much. He’ll thank me later.”<br />
Kingsley closed the door and started back down the hall.<br />
“Kingsley, we have to call the police. I don’t care what happens to Søren or you or even me. We’re<br />
wasting time. We don’t even know where she is.”<br />
“You call the police if your car gets stolen. You don’t call them for anything that matters. I know<br />
who has your fiancée, and believe me, if you value your beloved’s life at all, you will trust me—<br />
calling the authorities would equal a death sentence for her.”<br />
The truth of the words shone in Kingsley’s eyes. As much as Wesley didn’t want to believe him,<br />
something told him that whatever happened to Nora, it wasn’t some kidnap for ransom, wasn’t some<br />
prank or game.<br />
“The woman who has your fiancée is willing to kill. She’s done it before. She’s also willing to die.<br />
Something else she’s done before. A dangerous combination. We raise the alarm, the siren sounds,<br />
Nora dies.”<br />
“How do you know this person’s willing to die?”<br />
“Because, mon petit prince, she pissed me off. That is a good indictor she had a death wish.”<br />
Kingsley’s brash words failed to give any comfort.<br />
“They’re going to kill Nora, aren’t they? The words on the walls...” Wesley whispered, his heart<br />
clenching as he remembered the fear upon seeing the French words, even not knowing what they<br />
meant. “Søren said they mean ‘I will kill the bitch.’”<br />
“If it comforts you at all, ‘the bitch’ is not your Nora. I’ll leave the story for the priest to tell.”<br />
“No way. You knocked him out so now you’re going to tell me.” Wesley stared Kingsley down.<br />
Kingsley might be strong and dangerous, but he was also in pain and pain made him vulnerable.<br />
Wesley wouldn’t back down this time. “And you’re going to tell me now.”<br />
Kingsley exhaled heavily through his nose before shrugging again.<br />
“Those words—I will kill the bitch—were uttered thirty years ago by the woman the priest<br />
married at age eighteen. His wife, Marie-Laure...my sister.”<br />
“Thirty years ago...Søren was married to your sister?”<br />
“Yes. A marriage of convenience. That was what it was supposed to be. That is what he told her it<br />
would be. She wanted more, more than he could give.”<br />
“She was in love with him?”<br />
“Oui, or whatever she had in her heart that passed for love. Obsession would be a more accurate<br />
word. When she found out he loved another she said those words as a threat. For whatever reason she<br />
waited thirty years to carry out her threat.”<br />
“Nora would have been four years old then. She didn’t even meet Søren until she was fifteen,<br />
which is bad enough. No way could Nora have been the other woman at four years old.”<br />
“Exactement. That’s why I say you can take some comfort in that threat. That’s why I know she’s<br />
alive and safe...for the time being. Le prêtre was in love with someone else at the time. But your<br />
fiancée was not the bitch my sister meant.”<br />
“Who was she, then? Maybe we should talk to her.”