'Father Bardoni has come from the funeral home where your brother's remains were taken,' Farel said. 'The necessary paperwork is being processed. The documents will be ready for your signature tomorrow. Father Bardoni will accompany you to the funeral home. And the following morning, to the airport. A first-class seat has been reserved for you. Father Daniel's remains will be on the same plane.'

'Thank you,' Harry said again, right now wanting only to get out from under the overbearing shadow of the police and take Danny home for burial.

'Mr Addison,' Farel warned, 'the investigation is not over. The FBI will follow up for us in the States. They will want to question you further. They will want to talk to Mr Willis. They will want the names and addresses of relatives, friends, military associates, other people your brother may have known or been involved with.'

'There are no living relatives, Mr Farel. Danny and I were the last of the family. As for who his friends or associates were, I couldn't say. I just don't know that much about his life… But I'll tell you something. I want to know what happened as much as you do. Maybe even more. And I intend to find out.'

Harry looked at Farel a beat longer. Then, with a nod to Father Bardoni, he took a final look around the room, a last, private moment to see where and how Danny had lived, and started toward the door.

'Mr Addison.'

Farel's voice rasped sharply after him, and Harry turned back.

'I told you when we met that it's what you haven't said that interests me… It still does… As a lawyer you should know the most insignificant pieces sometimes make the whole… Things so seemingly unimportant, a person might pass them on without realizing it.'

'I've told you everything my brother said to me…'

'So you say, Mr Addison.' Farel's gaze narrowed and his eyes grasped Harry's and held there. 'I was washed with the blood of a cardinal. I will not bathe in the blood of a pope.'