Chapter 61 Chapter Fifty-Nine

At Opus Dei headquarters on Lexington Avenue in New York City, a male receptionist unexpectedly received a call from Bishop Aringarosa, who greeted him, "Good evening, sir." "Is there a message from me?" asked the bishop eagerly. "Yes, sir. I'm glad you called. I called your room, but no one answered. I left an urgent message from you half an hour ago." "Really?" Aringarosa's voice sounded relieved. "Did the caller leave their name?" "No, sir. Just left a phone number." The receptionist repeated the number. "The area code is 337 and that's France, right?"

"Yes, sir. It's Paris. The caller says it's urgent, please contact him immediately." "Thank you. I've been waiting for this call." After speaking, Aringarosa quickly hung up Telephone. The receptionist wondered as he hung up the phone: "Why is there a 'crackling' noise on Bishop Aringarosa's phone? The schedule shows that he is in New York this weekend, but his voice sounds like he is from the world. from the other end." He shrugged. "Bishop Aringarosa has been acting erratically in recent months!" My phone must have been dead, Aringarosa mused, sitting in the Fiat as they headed straight to Rome's Ciampino airport. The "mentor" has been trying to get in touch with me.Although Aringarosa was worried about missing the call, he was still encouraged because the "mentor" called the church headquarters directly, showing that he was full of confidence.Things must be going well in Paris tonight.

Aringarosa dialed the number excitedly, knowing that he would be in Paris soon.I can fly there before dawn.The plane that Aringarosa had chartered for the trip to France was already waiting at the airport.It was not a good time to take a passenger plane, especially considering the contents of his briefcase, let alone a passenger plane. The phone is connected. A woman's voice asked, "This is the Central Police Station. Who are you looking for?" Aringarosa couldn't help but hesitate.It was so unexpected. "Ah. May I ask who called me from this number?" "May I ask your name?" the woman asked.

For a moment Aringarosa wondered if he should reveal his real name.Where is the French police station? "Your name, sir?" asked the woman again. "Bishop Manuel Aringarosa." "Please wait a moment." There was a "click" on the phone. After a while, a man's rough and disturbed voice came from the phone. "Bishop, glad to finally find you. We have a lot to discuss."