The night was dark except for a distant streetlamp and a faint glow from within the church. Mist from the Thames and an elaborate stone portico outside the entrance helped conceal them. There was no one about. A light rain drifted down. "Got it," Ronnie said. Nick heard the tumblers turn. There was no sound of an alarm. No one expected thieves to go after stone slabs that would take six men to carry away. They wore dark clothes. The tools were in a pack. They carried tranquilizer guns and their pistols. If they ran into someone, the trank guns could take anyone down before they sounded an alarm. They were effective, silent and non-lethal. Ronnie eased the door open and they slipped inside. So far, so good, Selena thought. Her heart was beating hard. The interior of the nave was dimly lit. Deep pools of shadow filled most of the room. "This feels wrong," Selena said.
