Morgan peered into the window of the Palarae jeweler’s shop. While other stores in the area were crammed with lurid goods designed to tempt the tourist masses, this display was artfully arranged with just a few beautiful pieces. Clearly, an artisan jeweler for the discerning religious collector with money to spend for the glory of God.
Jake pushed the door open, and a bell rang inside. Morgan followed him in. The shop had high ceilings and large windows that allowed the late afternoon sunlight to illuminate the treasures within. One wall had religious icons of different sizes, most of the Virgin Mary but some of tortured saints and the crucified Christ.
A man walked out from the back room wearing a three-piece suit of midnight blue, tailored to emphasize his long limbs, and expensive eno
