Chapter 7:
The longer they followed the path into the wetlands, the darker the night grew. Thaddeus needed to work on his timing. It never seemed to fail that he did the lion’s share of his work at night. Normally he would travel to a location, arriving near nightfall, and dive right into the questioning. The dark didn’t bother him so much as it limited one of his senses and made his task all the harder. It seemed reasonable to conclude that it would be wiser to hold off any confrontation until the sun rose.
Unfortunately, this time of year, the chance for the sun breaking through the cloud cover was slim. It might be April if he waited until the sun burst through the clouds.
Geovanni’s head still darted from side to side. He led the way, the inquisitor watched from behind, the lamp ill
