Chapter 1187

Outside the church in Laventon, Liam leaned against his car and lit a cigarette. By the time he finished, Matteo had gathered his team and sealed off the church. Liam asked, "Did you find anything?" Matteo gestured for his men to bring over a few boxes. Inside, Liam spotted black cloaks and a handful of white masks, reminiscent of those worn in classical theater. But that was all they had. Liam frowned. "Is that it?" "That's all." He took a deep breath and glanced at Maeve, who remained in the car. "Is this the one?" Maeve examined the mask in Liam's hand. It matched the one in her memory. She nodded. "Yes, that's it." "Pack it up and take it with us." "Mr. Larson, you have quite the talent for cleaning up everything in one fell swoop." "I'm just doing what needs to be done." "I'm not complimenting you." Maeve had expected Liam to summon her for something urgent, but it turned out he only wanted to seal off the church at such an early morning. She asked, "Mr. Larson, hav