The nun put her wimple back in place, anticipating the end of the conversation. "Everything okay, Detective?"

The detective turned to her, covering his phone's microphone. "I need the abbess's full name."

The nun replied quckly, "Sofia Loren Ferrari."

He stared at her. "Really?"

She shrugged and nodded with a sly smile.

"Parker? Listen, her name is Sofia Loren Ferrari," he said into the phone. "Very funny. No, no jokes. Don’t ask me—just do your job." He hung up, feeling uncomfortable and turned to the nun again. "Any relatives, like siblings or anyone else outside the convent?"

"Not that I know of. Our abbess is a very private woman, but I heard her say once that her family was of Italian origin. Surprising, right?"

"Shocker," he muttered, turning off his phone. "Say, Sister, is there another nun I could talk to? I mean, who's in charge when the abbess isn’t around?"

"The abbess is always here, Detective. Well, except since yesterday."

The detective’s phone rang, interrupting them. He quickly took the call. "Yes. What? I can't hear you," he said, straining to hear. "Where did you say again?"

The nun grew more nervous, watching him expectantly.

"Thanks, man," he finally said, ending the call and turning back to her. "The abbess is in Rome."