She obviously trusted Gus enough to allow Rafael and I—two total strangers—into the house. We passed through a pantry into a kitchen with all of the modern conveniences. Here we paused while the girl—who looked at Gus with obvious admiration—asked in a hurried whisper what he wanted. I noticed a glint of a gold necklace under the collar of her uniform and wondered if she wore the same tree/cross that the priest did. Rafael also stared at the girl—but his eyes were fixed on a spot a few centimeters below the necklace. And for good reason—the girl was stunningly beautiful, with high cheekbones and long dark hair as sleek and glossy as a cat’s pelt.