The priest’s housekeeper was from Kenya, and her English turned out to be somewhat better than her French. She explained that the priest had many churches to cover and traveled constantly around the local diocese.“You think I should break in?” Karr asked Farlekas as he walked back toward Knox and the Renault.“I don’t think Mr. Rubens would approve breaking into a church.”“Sure he would,” said Karr.“We want to see what’s on the disks you got from LaFoote’s house,” said the Art Room supervisor. “I think that’s more important right now. The account information may not yield anything.”“How many hiding places can a priest have?” asked Karr.“Let me see if I can get ahold of Mr. Rubens again. Stand by.”Karr walked over to the car where Knox was slumped back in the seat. The CIA officer had been both apologetic and defensive since Karr had discovered LaFoote dead.More the latter.“I need you to create a diversion,” Karr told him. “Keep the housekeeper occupied.”“How?”“Just talk to her.”“But—”Karr leaned against the car, which sagged heavily under his weight.
