Chapter 9 - The Weeping Angel
The air inside the ancient chapel was cool and heavy with the scent of old stone and incense. Outside, Vincenzo's men began battering the heavy oak doors with a metal ram.
"We don't have much time," Alexander said, reloading his handguns. "Where is the angel?"
Lucia led him down a narrow flight of stone steps into the subterranean crypt below the altar. Rows of marble tombs stood in the dim shadows. At the far end of the crypt stood a breathtaking statue of a weeping angel, carved from pure white Italian marble.
Lucia knelt at the base of the statue, feeling along the carved folds of the angel's marble robe. Her fingers caught a small stone lever hidden beneath the pedestal.
With a low grinding sound, a stone slab behind the altar slid open, revealing a velvet-lined recess. Inside lay a leather-bound journal wrapped in oiled oilcloth—the lost ledger of Mateo Vannucci.
Lucia pulled the journal out, her eyes shining with tears as she recognized her father's neat, elegant handwriting on the cover. "It's here... everything is here."
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Suddenly, the heavy iron doors at the top of the stairs blew inward with a loud explosion. Heavy boots began descending into the crypt.
👉 Read PART 10 to see who stepped down into the crypt to face Alexander and Lucia!
