6
Morgan took a deep breath as the line connected. “Hi, Jake.”
“Sorry to call so late.” His voice was hesitant. “I didn’t know if you’d be awake.”
“Madrid only wakes up around ten pm, so we’re just getting started.” Morgan could hear sounds of a saxophone and the chatter of a crowd at the other end of the line. “How’s New Orleans?”
“You’d like it here.”
“You’d like it here, too.”
A beat of silence between them.
“Since you are there,” Jake continued. “I wondered if perhaps you wouldn’t mind jumping on a train to Toledo.”
Morgan leaned back against the cool stone of the church behind her, the wall hard and unyielding, just like the faith it represented. “It’s only an hour away. What do you need?”
“There’s a Bible in the cathedral. We need to compare the original Ezekiel chapter 37 w
