"I never left."
"You came here from Bucharest?"
She nodded. Her ebony hair was worked by the wind and she brushed the strands from her face. "I was on my way to leave when I learned about Clement. So I stayed on."
"What have you been doing?"
"Grabbed a couple of freelance jobs to cover the funeral."
"I saw Kealy on CNN." The priest had been a regular the past week, offering slanted insights into the coming conclave.
"I did, too. But I haven't seen Tom since the day after Clement died. You were right. I can do better."
"You did the right thing. I've been listening to that fool on television. He's got an opinion on everything, and most of them are wrong."
"Maybe CNN should have hired you?"
He chuckled. "Just what I need."
"What are you going to do, Colin?"
"I'm here to tell Cardinal Ngovi that I'm headed back to Romania."
"To see Father Tibor again?"
"You don't know?"
A puzzled look came to her face. He told her about Tibor's murder.
"That poor man. He didn't deserve that. And those children. He was all they had."
"Exactly why I'm going. You were right. It's time I do something."
"You seem happy about the decision."
He glanced around the square at a place he'd once strolled with the impunity of the papal secretary. Now he felt like a stranger. "It's time to move on."
"No more ivory towers?"
"Not in my future. That orphanage in Zlatna is going to be home for a while."
She shifted on her feet. "We've come a long way. No arguments. No anger. Finally, friends."
"Just don't make the same mistakes twice. That's all any of us can hope for." And he saw that she agreed. He was glad they'd run into each other again. But Ngovi was waiting. "Take care, Kate."
"You, too, Colin."
And he walked away, fighting hard the urge to glance back one last time.
He found Ngovi in his office at the Congregation for Catholic Education. The outer warren of rooms bustled with activity. With the conclave starting tomorrow, there seemed a push to get everything finished.
"I actually believe we're ready," Ngovi told him.
The door was closed and the staff had been instructed not to disturb them. Michener was expecting another job pitch, since Ngovi was the one who'd called for the meeting.
"I waited until now to speak with you, Colin. Tomorrow I'll be locked away in the Sistine." Ngovi straightened in the chair. "I want you to go to Bosnia."
The request surprised him. "For what? You and I
both agreed the whole thing was ridiculous."
"The matter disturbs me. Clement was intent on something, and I want to carry out his wishes. That's the duty of any camerlengo. He wanted to learn the tenth secret. So do I."
He hadn't mentioned to Ngovi Clement's final e-mail message. So he reached into his pocket and found the copy. "You need to read this."
The cardinal slipped on a pair of spectacles and studied the message.
"He sent that just before midnight on that Sunday. Maurice, he was delusional. If I go traipsing around Bosnia, we're going to do nothing but draw attention. Why don't we let it lie?"
Ngovi removed his glasses. "I want you to go now more than ever."
"You sound like Jakob. What's gotten into you?"
"I don't know. I just know that this was important to him, and we should finish what he wanted. This new information about Valendrea removing part of the third secret makes it vital that we investigate."
He remained unconvinced. "So far, Maurice, there's been no issue raised over Clement's death. You want to take that chance?"
"I've considered that. But I doubt the press will be interested in what you're doing. The conclave will consume their attention. So I want you to go. You still have his letter to the seer?"
He nodded.
"I'll give you one with my signature. That should be enough."
He told Ngovi what he intended to do in Romania. "Can't somebody else handle this?"
Ngovi shook his head. "You know the answer to that."
He could tell that Ngovi was more apprehensive than usual.
"There's something else you need to know, Colin." Ngovi motioned to the e-mail. "It bears on this. You told me that Valendrea went into the Riserva with the pope. I checked. The records confirm their visit on the Friday night before Clement died. What you don't know is that Valendrea left the Vatican Saturday evening. The trip was unscheduled. In fact, he canceled all appointments to make the time. He was gone till early Sunday morning."