They stopped about twenty feet inside the door. The crowds swirled about them like a river of people. Standing where they were, they created a minor cataract.
“Where do we go?” Daniel questioned. Several people jostled him. “I don’t see any Air France display.”
“The flights are listed on the LCD screens next to each check-in counter,” Stephanie said. “Wait here! I’ll find our flight.”
It took Stephanie only a few minutes to find the right counter. When she got back to Daniel, she found that he had moved to the side to get out of the stream of people coming through the door. Stephanie pointed in the direction they had to go, and they set off.
“I see what you mean about the police,” Daniel commented. “A half dozen walked by just while you were gone. What caught my attention were the machine guns.”
“There’s even a group behind the counter where we have to check in,” Stephanie said.
They got to the rather sizable line waiting to check in for the Paris flight and joined the queue. Five minutes dragged by as the line inched forward.
“What the hell are they doing up there?” Daniel questioned. He stood on his tiptoes to try to see what was holding things up. “I can never imagine what takes so long. I wonder if the police are slowing up the process somehow.”
“As long as we don’t get bottled up going through security, I think we’ll be fine.” Stephanie glanced at her watch. It was twenty past six.
“Since this counter is just for this flight, we’re all in the same boat.” Daniel was still eyeing the front of the line.
“I hadn’t thought of that, but you’re right.”
“My gosh!” Daniel said.
“What now?” Daniel’s exclamation and his change of tone made Stephanie aware of how tense she still was. She tried to follow Daniel’s line of sight, but she couldn’t see over the people in front of them.
“Monsignor Mansoni, the priest who gave us the shroud sample, is standing up there with the police behind the check-in counter.”
“Are you sure?” Stephanie questioned. It seemed like too big a coincidence. She tried again to see but couldn’t.
Daniel shrugged. He glanced back at the counter again before returning his attention to Stephanie. “It certainly looks like him, and I can’t imagine there are too many priests quite as obese as he.”
“Do you think this has anything to do with us?”
“I can’t imagine, although combining his presence with the fact that someone tried to take our shroud sample from our hotel room makes me feel uneasy.”
“I don’t like this,” Stephanie said. “I don’t like this at all.”
The line ahead of them moved forward. Daniel hesitated, unsure of what to do until the gentleman immediately behind impatiently nudged Daniel forward. Daniel pushed the towering cart forward but purposefully stayed shielded behind it. He and Stephanie were now four parties away from the front of the line. Stephanie moved a few steps laterally and surreptitiously glanced ahead. She returned immediately to stand with Daniel behind the cart.
“It’s Monsignor Mansoni for sure,” she said. She and Daniel stared at each other.
“What the hell are we going to do?” Daniel blurted out.
“I don’t know. It’s the police who bother me, not the priest.”
“Obviously,” Daniel retorted angrily.
“Where is the shroud sample?”
“I told you earlier. It’s in my laptop case.”
“Hey, don’t yell at me.”
The line moved ahead. With the man behind them breathing down Daniel’s neck, he felt obligated to push the cart forward. Moving closer to the counter exacerbated both their anxieties.
“Maybe this is just a case of overactive imaginations,” Stephanie suggested hopefully.
“It’s too big a coincidence to explain away as mere paranoia,” Daniel responded. “If it were just the priest or just the police it would be one thing, but with both at this particular counter, it’s something else entirely. The problem is, we are going to have to make some sort of decision here. I mean, not doing anything is a decision of sorts, because in a couple of minutes, we’ll be front and center, and whatever is going to happen will happen.”
“At this point, what is there that we can do? We’re hemmed in here by a crowd of people and burdened with a truckload of luggage. Worst case, we give them the sample if that’s what they want.”
“There wouldn’t be this many uniformed policemen if they were merely planning to confiscate the sample.”
“Excuse me,” an out-of-breath, panicky voice called from behind them in irrefutable American English.
As tense as Stephanie and Daniel were, their heads shot around in unison to confront an obviously distressed cleric with wild, staring eyes. The man’s chest was heaving, presumably from the exertion of running, while beads of perspiration dotted his forehead. Adding to his distraught appearance was an unshaven face and an uncombed shock of red hair, both of which were in sharp contrast to his reasonably pressed priestly attire. Apparently he’d reached Stephanie and Daniel by forcing his way between the check-in counter queues, judging from the expressions of irritation on nearby travelers’ faces.
“Dr. Lowell and Dr. D’Agostino!” Father Michael Maloney panted. “It is imperative that I talk with you.”
“Scusi!” the man behind Daniel said irritably. He gestured for Daniel to move ahead. The line had advanced, and while eyeing Michael, Daniel had yet to do so.
Daniel motioned for the man to go ahead of them, and he gladly did.
Michael cast a quick glance ahead over the top of Daniel and Stephanie’s luggage cart. Catching sight of the monsignor and the police, he ducked down and squeezed in alongside Daniel. “We have only a few seconds,” he blurted in a forced whisper. “You must not check in for your flight to Paris!”
“How do you know our names?” Daniel questioned.
“There’s no time for me to explain.”
“Who are you?” Stephanie asked. There was something about the man she recognized, but she couldn’t place him.
“It doesn’t matter who I am. What is important is that you are about to be arrested, and the shroud sample will be confiscated.”
“I remember you,” Stephanie said. “You were in the café when we were given the sample yesterday.”
“Please!” Michael begged. “You have to get away from here. I have a car. I will get you out of Italy.”
“Drive?” Daniel questioned, as if the suggestion was ridiculous.
“It is the only way. Planes, trains, all mass transit will be watched, but particularly planes and particularly this flight to Paris. I’m serious; you are about to be arrested and jailed. Believe me!”
Daniel and Stephanie exchanged glances. Both were thinking the same thing: This distraught priest’s sudden arrival and warning was unbelievably serendipitous, which lent powerful credence to what had been a mere fearful supposition seconds earlier. They were not going to check in for the flight to Paris.
Daniel started to turn the luggage cart around. Michael grabbed his arm. “There’s no time for all the luggage.”
“What are you talking about?” Daniel demanded.
Michael craned his neck to steal a brief glance at the counter a mere twenty feet away. Instantly, he pulled his head back down like a turtle, hunching his shoulders. “Damn! Now I’ve been seen, which means we’re all seconds away from disaster here. Unless you are interested in spending time in jail, we have to run. You have to leave most of the baggage! You have to make a decision about what is more important: your freedom or your luggage.”
“It’s all my summer clothes,” Stephanie said. She was aghast at the idea.
“Signore!” the man behind Daniel said, with obvious irritation, while gesturing for Daniel to move forward. “Va! Va via!” A number of people behind him chimed in as well. The queue had again moved forward, and by blocking the back of the line, Daniel and Stephanie were causing a scene.