Chapter 772

• The Monk knew it was too late. And as he turned to the surveillance cameras which had been put up to focus and cover every inch of his vast lawns, his heart skipped a beat. A movement, shadowy, so subtle, he did not know if he had imagined it, caught his eyes.
• It was on the edge of his property and even as he watched, his slender hands, thin and bony, gripping his gun, the fence disappeared. A device had just broken his electrified fence and he stared as a group of figures, huddled and in black, raced into his I compound. He bellowed in agitation,
• “ Parra! Where in the name of Christendom are you, you fat, ugly lout?’ The door was flung open and the man he had been calling so urgently, entered, his face flushed, eyes wide, sweaty and clearly in a state of panic.