Chapter 260: Find a Way
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The room is, even I have to agree, pretty spectacular. It’s got this classic Italian charm to it, everything built in cherrywood and marble, with rich red and gold trimmings. The suite has a living area and a bedroom, but my first priority is the bathroom.
I go straight into the shower and wash my ass, thanking any saints who might be listening in from the Naples next door for getting me out of that roach-infested room near the Colosseum and into the kind of place I prefer. I don’t have to dance around on my toes the whole time in the bathroom, worrying about athlete’s foot, and the towels are white and fluffy instead of grey and bald.
When I come out, Sasha has drawn the curtains in the bedroom only a few inches and is staring out at St. Peters. "La Contessa asked us to meet her at the obelisk at noon tomorrow in the square."
"Okay," I say. "We can sleep in, in that case."
There’s no reply, so I go to him, still damp from the shower, and wrap my arms around his waist. "What’s an Angelus? Apart from an angel, I mean."
"The Angelus is a prayer given to the crowd every Sunday." Sasha’s voice is hard.
I pull him away from the curtain and twitch them shut. "Sounds like there might be a lot of people around."
"Yes." He wanders over to the fruit bowl and chooses a pear, tossing it up and down in his hand a few times. "There will be a lot of people. A lot of potential for confusion." He sets the pear down again in the fruit bowl and goes back to peek out the curtain again.
The brooding, thinky side of him takes over.
At least Sasha is looking happier since we got in here, and I guess he doesn’t have those tingles at the back of his neck anymore, or whatever it is he feels when someone’s about to try and kill us.