by Mark Posey
She surveyed her appearance in the mirror. Her breasts were clearly outlined by the snug t-shirt. She doubted the Pope himself would recognize her. With the exception of the suitcase, she looked as though she was ready to go to a nightclub, not to stroll through an airport departure lounge. She’d have to add a hip-rolling gait. Her pursuers would absolutely notice her, but they would not associate her with the nun they were looking for.
The only things which could give her away was her accent and her height. There was nothing she could do about those. She hoped she wouldn’t have to speak to anyone. Geri’s high heels had been far too big. She’d have to make do with her running shoes and hope no one noticed her height matched that of the nun they were looking for.
She mussed her hair up once more so it cascaded in front of the glasses. She checked the time on her cellphone then slid it into the little spangly purse. With the purse dangling from one shoulder, she threw the shiny red jacket over the other shoulder, took a deep breath and sashayed out of the washroom.
Four of the six men milled outside the gate for her flight, peering everywhere for her.
She searched and found the other two. They stood on either side of the main concourse, checking everyone who walked past them. They’d be watching for someone without a veil, who resembled Alice but wasn’t necessarily dressed like her. Someone of her height.
She moved farther down the concourse and took a seat where she could watch all six of them. As she sat down, she caught herself as she put her knees primly together. Instead, she sat back and crossed her legs.
The plastic seat was cold against the backs of her thighs, almost all the way up to her rear. The skirt was indeed short.
She took out her cellphone and pretended to read the screen as she considered her options.
She couldn’t stroll by the men even with her radically different appearance. Her height would draw their suspicion.
If she waited long enough, they might think they’d lost her and give up, but she doubted it. They knew she was here. If she remained here, they’d find her.
If neither blending in nor waiting them out would work, then the only solution was to confront them head-on, just not in a way they’d expect.
Alice stuffed her phone back into the little purse and got to her feet. She tugged the indecently short skirt lower to ensure she was covered, snatched the handle of her suitcase and strode forward.
From behind her sunglasses, she watched the men as she drew closer. They peered at their phones and then at every woman who walked past.
One of them noticed her. His gaze lingered on her for a long moment, but not on her face as she expected. His gaze lingered on her very visible, well-defined breasts in the tight t-shirt. She kept striding, putting as much vigor into her walk as she could.
When his gaze moved up to her face, she smiled widely and moved over to him. She looked down at his cellphone and back up to him. In her best clichéd southern U.S. accent, she said, “Who y’all lookin’ for, sugah? Al Capone?”
The man’s gaze went from her face, back to his cellphone, and back to her face. His eyes narrowed.
Damn.
“Ruby!?” she heard a voice call out.
She looked up in time to see Constable Fredericks rushing toward her. He swept her into his arms, lifting her off the floor. “I missed you something fierce, baby girl!” he crowed.
Her eyes were wide with shock behind her sunglasses, but she broke into a huge smile as she leaned back to see his face. “Mikey! I missed you, too, sugah!” She pressed her lips to his.
She wasn’t sure who was more shocked, her or him.
They both pulled back from the kiss and Fredericks set her down. “Let’s get you home, baby.”
The two men from the Vatican watched open-mouthed as they strolled away.
Fredericks hardly looked where they were going. His slack-jawed gaze focused on her breasts.
As soon as they were out of earshot of the Vatican agents, Alice said, “Constable, pick your jaw up off the floor, stick your eyeballs back into their sockets and get me the hell out of here.”
Fredericks snapped his jaw shut and turned his head abruptly forward. “You got it, Sister.”
* * * * *
Alice stood behind Mike as he knocked on the front door.
Rafferty opened the door and Mike stepped past him into the house. Rafferty did a double take when his gaze landed on Alice. “Jesus Christ.” His gaze shifted to her breasts.
“Constable, my face is up here,” Alice chided him. “Now seems as appropriate a time as any for me to speak with you and your partner regarding taking the Lord’s name in vain.”
Rafferty shook his head as Alice stalked into the house. “Not until you change, Sister. Mike won’t hear a word you say if you’re wearing that...outfit.”
“Neither will you, babe,” Geri said and turned to Alice. “The guest room is all yours.”
“Lovely. Thank you, Geraldine. If you don’t mind, I think I shall go and change. This harlot’s costume is hardly appropriate dinner wear.”
“Thank God,” Rafferty said.
“Believe me, I shall, Constable,” Alice said as she turned and headed up the stairs.
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They have her attention, but they may not live to regret it.
To flush Sister Jacobine out of hiding, the Vatican’s Black Ops team shoot Detective Rafferty. While he clings to life, they kidnap Geraldine Rafferty and her daughters. The Black Ops team will stop at nothing to ensure Sister Jacobine returns to Rome with them.
Will she surrender or will the Black Ops team face Excommunication?
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They have her attention, but they may not live to regret it.
To flush Sister Jacobine out of hiding, the Vatican’s Black Ops team shoot Detective Rafferty. While he clings to life, they kidnap Geraldine Rafferty and her daughters. The Black Ops team will stop at nothing to ensure Sister Jacobine returns to Rome with them.
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About the Author
Mark Posey is a thriller writer born, raised and living in Edmonton, Canada with his wife, author Tracy Cooper-Posey. He is a retired professional wrestler and father of four – Terry, Matthew, Katherine, and Ashley. He likes cooking, woodworking, and watching hockey when he’s not scrolling through social media or taking an afternoon nap with his three cats – Pippin, Merry, and Strider.
Other books by Mark Posey
For reviews, excerpts, and more about each title, click here.
Thomas Billings Thrillers
Saving Grace
Fall From Grace (Coming soon!)
Coup de Grace (Coming soon!)
A Nun With A Gun
Feet of Clay
A Port in the Storm
Excommunication
Requiem
Mass
Den of Lions
The Narrow Gate
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FIRST EDITION: September 2020
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