Echoes Through the Vatican: A Paranormal Mystery (The Echoes Quartet Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

the businesses in Italy do not like it when foreigners burst into their offices and start demanding answers. I, however, am the police and charming so they always make an exception for me.
    “Am I not charming, signore Blessing?” Her partner, Asst. Capo Enrico Marino, rolled his eyes and looked bored.
    “Sorry, I was thinking. What did you say?” Julian said, his thoughts miles away.
    “I see my charm is lost on you, signore,” the inspector answered with derision dripping from her lips.
    Once inside, the sergeant found the district manager. They spoke for a moment and Marino returned with a slip of paper and whispered something to his inspector.
    “Enrico, you are a treasure. Bring these men to me one at a time,” the inspector said and Marino disappeared into the labyrinth of cartons and package carts.
    “Here, we will use this conference room. Enrico says he has the names of the men who were working when your package arrived. Enrico is very valuable. He has many cousins. In this case the manager is his third cousin. Because of this sort of thing, he and I are able to accomplish much,” the inspector said.
    “I am taking your word for the importance of this package. Perhaps one of these men will have something of value to tell us. This, you may notice, makes these men far more valuable than you since you have failed to provide anything of substance about yourself or your true business in Rome,” the inspector said.
    “I am a tourist,” Julian began. “I am looking for a package that was sent to me from Ireland. A package that has gone missing. The person who picked it up has gone missing also. You are being kind enough to assist me. What else is there to say?” Julian replied.
    With a sigh and a shake of her head, Inspector Saviano made a face and said, “Tourists are not often thrown into the back of limousines and taken to secret meetings with one of the most powerful men in the Vatican. I speak, of course, of Cardinal Luciano. Members of the Russian mafia are also not following random tourists. So, you don’t mind if I doubt your tourist story.”
    “Your sergeant is coming with some people. I can tell you, not one of these men knows anything,” Julian said.
    Enrico Marino opened the door and roughly shoved a small, balding, bespectacled man into the room.
    The inspector said, “Sit,” and her assistant forcefully introduced the man to a chair.
    The questioning began and Julian again said, “He knows nothing,” but the inspector fixed him with a glare. Julian left to, as he said, ‘wander.’ He walked through a canyon of cartons, containers, packages, boxes of all shapes and sizes and rooms of machinery. The building seemed never-ending. Individual packages lost their shape as they formed heaps on the backs of overburdened carts.
    Julian stopped, and tried to quiet his thoughts and focus his attention as his teacher had instructed. After a few moments, he felt calmer. He was back in control of himself and could better control the elements of his search, but still, he knew nothing of substance.
    He rounded a corner and could feel, immediately, the signature of someone who did know things, things of substance. He was a man who kept secrets in exchange for money.
    Julian returned to the conference room and attracted Enrico Marino’s attention. Together, they tracked through the facility again and eventually found the keeper of secrets. Marino recognized the man as being wanted for burglary and assault on a police officer.
    The burly sergeant grabbed the man and pushed him against a nearby wall. Handcuffs were placed on wrists and the suspect was led away to the makeshift interrogation room and Inspector Saviano.
    Julian knocked once then looked inside saying, “Having any luck?”
    The inspector said, “Signore Blessing, you are beginning to annoy me. Do you have this effect on everyone?”
    “Only those who like me,” Julian said.
    “Then I must be falling in love. None of these men knows