Third Half by P. R. Garlick Page A

we're standing here talking in the middle of this busy airport.  It'll be far more beneficial for me to show you the Cathedral, rather than tell you about it.  I don't know if I could find enough adjectives to adequately describe it.  Nor any of the other sites I'd hoped to show you while you're here."
                  "It sounds like you already have everything planned," she said, feeling a twinge of guilt that she may not be able to fall into this kind man's agenda.
                  "Yes, or at least I had hoped you might like to join me. It's something no one should miss while in Lima.  And they aren't expecting us at the mission immediately.  They knew you'd need time to get acclimatized." He gently put his hand on her back and guided her out of the terminal.  "I was also due to come to Lima for my annual visit to the children's home.  It works out that we can stay here for an extra day."
                  "I think I'd enjoy seeing the sights," she said truthfully. "But I must be honest with you about my reason for wanting to say over in Lima.  You see, I'm trying to locate my brother.  I believe he may be somewhere in the city." 
                  She felt safe confiding in this man.  She had the feeling he had just enough of the rebel in him, as well as the Priest.  She was nearly certain he'd understand.
                  "You see, Jack, my brother, has a nightclub act down here.  He travels quite a lot and, oddly enough, Lima, Peru has been one of his frequent stops."
                  Luke looked down at her, acutely examining her face, his vivid blue eyes taking on a more serious look.  "Judging by your expression, I'd say there's a special reason why you're looking him up just now."
                  "There is," she met his gaze.  "He's missing.  At least I think he is.  It's a terribly long story and I'd rather not go into it just now, if you don't mind."
                  "Of course." Sensing her distress he walked a few steps further in silence before continuing.  "Though my manners, until now, may have seemed a bit unusual, I am still a priest. If you should feel the need to confide in someone, I'll be happy to oblige."
                  "Thank you," she nearly whispered, almost wishing she could, but knowing better.  There would be no one down here in which she could confide.  That was, unless she found Jack.  And if she did that, the biggest part of her problem would be solved.  Or so she hoped.
                  "Now let's go get you settled in at Paul and Carla's.  You'll want to get some sleep since it is rather late, or should I say early?  Tomorrow we'll see some of the famed churches and museums I mentioned."
                  "Like the one named San Francisco, that reminds you of home," she replied, happy he had left the other subject drop.  "I'll bet it's the first on the list."
                  "Of course.  You'll have to see it to believe the library they have there."
                  "I'm anxious to see as much as I can," she replied honestly, knowing it couldn't hurt to visit some sites while she was here.
                  "Then, in the evening, I'll escort you to this nightclub where you hope to find your brother."
                  "Thank you again.  I can see why you were looked upon as a friend by those kids on that beach back in California."  She waited while he collected her suitcase and continued out of the airport.
     
    I
     
                  Paul and Carla Smith were the perfect hosts. Within moments of entering their home, Liane felt at ease. She found that Carla was close to her age and they shared many of the same interests.
                  Carla told her that at one time she had thought of going into show business.  She'd spent a short time modeling for some popular boutiques in