Dawson glanced at his watch. Enough time had passed that the electronics teams tracing calls into this phone should have a location.
‘I’m in the middle of something here,’ Dawson said, smiling up at the young woman. ‘Can I call you back?’
‘I’d rather be the one doing the calling.’
‘Fine. Then call me back in an hour.’ Calmly, Dawson closed the phone. It rang immediately. ‘Tell me you got a location.’
‘We did. She’s at a cyber café in the harbour. We’ve got a team en route.’
‘Have them stay back. I don’t want her to see them until it’s too late. No one makes a move until I clear it. Understood?’
‘Yes, sir.’
Dawson folded the phone and placed it once more on the nightstand. He reached for the young woman astride him. Rather than proving distracting, the phone call had reinvigorated his sex drive. He looked forward to proving to Cleena MacKenna that he was the most dangerous man she’d ever crossed paths with.
Cleena stared at the computer monitor. ‘Did I keep him on long enough?’
‘You did,’ Sevki said in her ear. ‘I managed to trace the signal back to the United States. It was tricky, because they used a lot of satellite cut outs. Government issue, heavily encrypted.’
‘I get it. I’m supposed to be impressed.’
‘Unfortunately, you’re not informed enough to be duly impressed with what I’ve just done.’ Sevki sighed as if stricken.
‘So who is it?’
‘The Central Intelligence Agency, if I had to guess.’
A wave of fear vibrated through Cleena. Even though she’d suspected CIA, hearing it spoken out loud was frightening. In her arms deals, she had sometimes brushed up against intelligence operatives. Always before, she’d cut her losses and run.
‘Not people we want to be trifling with,’ Sevki pointed out.
‘I know.’
Sevki whispered a curse. ‘But you’re going to anyway.’
‘This guy threatened my sister. If it’s the same guy, he hurt her. I’m not going to allow that.’ Icy calm thrummed inside Cleena.
Sevki cursed again, this time with more passion. ‘Well, you’re going to get your chance. I just finished chasing down all the connections. This guy, whoever he is, is here in the city.’
Paranoia bloomed within Cleena, spicing the fear already coursing through her. ‘In Istanbul?’
‘Yes. His communications people were cute about it, and if I hadn’t been as good as I am and had enough time, I might not have found him. But I did. He’s in the city. My bet is that you’ll have company soon.’
‘Everything here is set?’
‘Of course.’
Cleena pushed up from the chair and headed for the back door. Sevki had already briefed her on how to get out of the building without being seen.
‘We own the perimeter.’
‘Affirmative. If possible, I want the target alive. Damage at this juncture is a moot point. But I want the target able to answer questions.’
‘Then you’ll get it.’
Settled into the passenger seat of the SUV across the street and down two blocks from the cyber café, Dawson held his pistol in his lap and watched the takedown team in action.
Dawson lifted his sat-phone and called another number. When it was answered, he said, ‘Sir, we are at go.’
Vice-President Webster didn’t hesitate. ‘Secure your target. I want to talk to Professor Lourds.’
‘Yes, sir. I’ll call you when we have the secondary target.’
‘Do that. And good luck. We’re in very dangerous times at present. All of us.’
The gravity in Webster’s voice was unmistakable, and Dawson had never before heard that tone so strongly. Dawson couldn’t help thinking about the vice-president more or less marooned behind enemy lines in Saudi Arabia. Tensions in that part of the world continued to escalate as skirmishes and civil unrest broke out like grass fires.
‘Are you all right, sir?’ Dawson asked. If the vice-president had asked, he would have abandoned the mission in Istanbul at once and charged to his rescue.
‘Don’t worry about me,’ Webster replied. ‘I’ll be fine.’ His voice grew stronger. ‘Glory is about to rain down on us. Trust me on that.’
Dawson hesitated, not at all certain what the vice-president was talking about. But he heard the conviction in the man’s words. The stakes, whatever they turned out to be, were huge. Dawson just wished he could see the connection between what was taking place in Saudi Arabia and Istanbul. As far as he knew, no other American intelligence community was interested in Professor Thomas Lourds.
‘I do trust you, sir,’ Dawson replied.
‘Good, because we’re going to have to trust each other a lot over the next few days,’ Webster told him.
‘What do you mean, sir?’
‘Soon, Jimmy. Everything will happen in due time. I’ve planned this for a long, long time. Get Lourds and bring him to me.’
‘Yes, sir.’
The vice-president hung up the phone, but not before Dawson heard explosions in the background. He knew from the news reports coming out of the area that hostile aggression had increased within Saudi Arabia. The Saudi army had mobilized and begun spreading out across the major cities. But their efforts weren’t enough to keep Shia terrorists, or rebels as some of the local news stations were calling them, from striking back. The Shia targeted American and European businesses as well as Saudi government buildings. Several oil fields were burning, and international investors complained bitterly and threatened to take action.
Dawson’s headset buzzed for attention.
‘The clerk has made a positive ID on our target,’ the agent inside the cyber café said.
Dawson glanced at the cyber café. ‘Do you see her?’
‘No, sir. She’s not at one of the computer terminals.’
‘But she was?’
‘Definitely. The clerk IDd her.’
‘Then where is she?’ Anger and frustration welled up in Dawson.
‘I don’t know, sir. We’re looking.’
Dawson cursed. ‘Don’t just look. Find her.’ He slipped the restraining loop from the hammer of his pistol and pushed the door open. Across the street, the rest of the team flooded into the building. Dawson’s driver got out and stood beside him. He was a young, intense man with black sunglasses that made him look like a spy. He whirled round and lifted his pistol from beneath his jacket. Dawson didn’t know what had caught the man’s attention, but he turned with him.
Cleena MacKenna was on them with the speed of a stalking predator. She fired a taser at the driver. Both darts struck the man in the chest and unleashed their voltage. The driver shook and shivered for a moment, then dropped to the ground.
By that time the woman had already closed on Dawson. A stun baton extended with a meaty chukk! sound. Instinctively, Dawson lifted his pistol to fire. He never had the chance. The woman whipped the baton across his right wrist. Incredible pain exploded through Dawson’s right arm, but his hand went numb immediately. The pistol dropped from his nerveless fingers.
Dawson grabbed at Cleena with his other hand. She smiled at him cruelly and hit that hand with her baton as well. Before he could react to the new pain, she swept the baton up into his crotch. As he dropped to his knees, she hit him again, this time on the side of the neck. Agony swarmed inside Dawson’s head. He almost passed out. Vomit burned up his throat then shot through his lips to splatter against the sidewalk. He was almost too weakened to hold himself up out of the mess on his arms.
Coolly, as if she had all day and there weren’t a dozen specially trained men tearing through the building across the street, Cleena MacKenna popped the car’s passenger door open. She pulled the baton up under Dawson’s throat, into a chokehold, and forced him into the passenger seat. She knelt beside the driver for just a moment, then plucked the car keys from his pocket without hesitation. That she knew which pocket the man had kept the key
s in told Dawson that she had been watching them get out of the car.
The whole meeting was a set up.
Dawson thought he’d been outfoxing her and he had only put himself into a box. He tried to flex his hands, tried to move, but it only doubled the pain and nearly made him pass out. He was helpless.
Cleena slid into the driver seat, started the engine, and buckled up. She looked at him and there was no emotion in her eyes.
‘If you try anything, if you lie to me, I’m going to kill you. I already owe you that for hurting my sister.’
Dawson cleared his throat with effort as she pulled out into traffic. ‘But I didn’t-’
She backhanded him in the mouth without looking. His lips split and his mouth filled with the taste of salt.
‘Don’t,’ she snarled. She grabbed his numbed right hand and held it up to him. ‘See this bruising?’
Dawson did, and he remembered his trip to Boston.
‘That tells me you hit someone not long ago. If you try to sell me that the someone you hit wasn’t my sister, you’re going to be wasting breath. And I meant what I said. Killing you isn’t going to get me into any more trouble than I’m already in.’
Believing her, Dawson sat back in his seat and hoped he passed out. She was good. But stealing the car was a mistake. She was going to find that out. Soon.
And then Dawson fully intended to kill her.
22
Oceanview Offices
Eminonu District
Istanbul, Turkey
24 March 2010
Lourds nursed a beer as he sat on the balcony and stared out at the green-blue sea that filled the harbour and tried to order his thoughts. Though his body was at rest, his mind spun like a dervish, bouncing off the various tangents he’d had to consider. He had the scroll deciphered. He even felt certain he had the hiding place for the Joy Scroll worked out. What he found immensely distracting was the purpose of the scroll.
After finding Atlantis, Lourds hadn’t thought anything would ever shock or surprise him again. He was both disturbed and relieved to find that was not the case. However, the potential cost of that joy of discovery – could be devastating.
The fate of the world, he mused. That used to have a much more dramatic sound to it, and it wasn’t all that frightening.
That was no longer true. Lourds was frightened. At least when he didn’t force himself to disbelieve totally the story he had translated.
His beer finished and his intestinal fortitude screwed up as tightly as possible, he picked up the bottle, stood and re-entered the office.
Joachim and Olympia sat in the kitchen area, talking over cups of tea. Although both of them tried to look as though they were at ease, Lourds spotted the tension in both. They looked at him expectantly.
Olympia’s eyes gleamed. ‘You solved it.’ Her voice was quiet. ‘I know that look.’
‘Yes,’ Lourds replied. ‘I broke the language.’
‘You know where the Joy Scroll is?’ Joachim asked.
‘I believe I do.’
Olympia searched Lourds’ face, then shook her head and looked troubled. ‘You didn’t break it just now, Thomas. You’ve had it broken for some time, haven’t you?’
Lourds opened the refrigerator and took out another bottle of beer. He leaned a hip against the counter and cracked the beer open, then took a sip.
‘I finished the translation almost an hour ago,’ he said.
Joachim’s face darkened in anger. ‘Why have you waited till now to tell us?’
‘I wanted some time to think about things. Alone. Without preconceptions.’
‘Qayin and his followers might have-’
‘Do you really think they can find the Joy Scroll?’ Lourds interrupted. ‘Do you think they’re any better informed than you are? And you certainly haven’t found it.’
Joachim restrained himself from making further comment and the effort turned his lips white.
‘We can’t get the scroll now anyway,’ Lourds said. ‘We’re going to have to wait till tonight.’
‘Why?’
‘Where it’s at will be filled with too many people during the day. Going at night will be risky enough.’
‘Where is it?’ Joachim’s voice was so hard that the question might as well have been a demand.
‘We’ll get to that in a moment.’ Lourds was ready to move. He didn’t think Joachim would attack him, but there was a lot on the line. ‘For now, we need to talk about a couple of other things.’
The fate of the world.
‘Do you know what the Joy Scroll is supposed to do?’ Lourds asked Olympia. ‘Besides save the world, I mean?’
Olympia shook her head.
‘For you, it was just that something that old, an historic artefact of incredible importance existed. You loved the idea of it. Something written by someone two thousand years ago. The fact that it was reportedly written by a disciple of Jesus was just a bonus.’
‘Yes.’
Lourds locked eyes on Joachim. ‘But you know what the scroll’s true purpose is, don’t you?’
Joachim said nothing.
‘Someone,’ Olympia said in a tight voice, ‘had better tell me something. My life has been put on the line, and I know that police officers will have plenty of questions as well. They’re going to need answers. I need answers.’
‘Not to mention the international incident that I’ll have to deal with.’ Lourds fixed his gaze on Joachim. ‘And for what? Childish fear of the dark?’
‘Is that what you think this is about, Professor Lourds?’ Joachim spoke softly, but there was an undercurrent of aggression. ‘Childish fear of a nonexistent threat? I assure you, the threat the Joy Scroll speaks of is very real. And it’s here among us.’
‘For God’s sake, man.’ Lourds voiced some of the frustration he now felt. He had been shot at, nearly killed, was in more trouble than he’d ever previously been in, and had spent days working on a scroll that had only proved to be an exercise in futility. ‘At best, that scroll and the Joy Scroll are ineffectual but well-meaning humbug. At worst, both are just superstitious strikes at shadows.’
‘You’re not a believer, are you?’ Joachim challenged.
‘A believer in what?’
‘Of God and his works.’
Lourds thought back to his hunt for Atlantis and his discovery of the Tree of Knowledge and the First Son. He remembered the story of the First Flood and the Words that would remake the world. Did he believe in God? Yes. Whether or not God was still taking an active part in the world was a different matter.
‘The Joy Scroll isn’t about God,’ Lourds said.
‘Everything is about God,’ Joachim corrected.
‘Not this document. This is about Lucifer.’
‘Yes.’ Joachim nodded. ‘It is about Lucifer, or any of the other names he’s known by. But Lucifer, before and after his fall, was created by God.’
‘What are you talking about?’ Olympia asked.
‘This document,’ Lourds said, turning to face her, ‘if it exists and isn’t just a glorified goose chase, is supposed to rid the world of the Devil, by all of his names.’
‘Not get rid of Lucifer,’ Joachim corrected. ‘John of Patmos knew that Lucifer was loose in the world. He knew from Jesus’ own blessed lips how the Devil had heaped temptation upon Jesus while he wandered in the wilderness. Since Lucifer was cast down from the heavens and Adam and Eve were driven from the Garden of Eden by God’s angels, the Devil has been loose in the world. For thousands of years he has gathered his strength in hopes of conquering this world and tilting the odds in his coming war with God. The Joy Scroll was written to break the hold John of Patmos had envisioned Lucifer would one day have on the world. That time is now.’
‘That’s insane,’ Lourds said.
‘Believing in Lucifer?’
‘Yes.’
‘But you said you believe in God.’
‘God’s existence doesn’t depend on Lucifer’s
. Just because you have a Great Saviour doesn’t mean that a Great Enemy also exists.’
‘No,’ Joachim agreed. ‘God never planned on one of his angels falling from grace. Nor the other angels that fell after the first, all of them drawn by fascination to God’s greatest creation: man. But it happened. And the Joy Scroll will correct some of the evil loose in the world.’
‘You’re saying if we find this scroll it has the power to create world peace.’ Lourds tried to keep the sarcasm from his voice but he was certain he failed.
‘Again, no. All the Joy Scroll is supposed to do is drive Lucifer from his fortress and the power he has built in this world. These are perilous times for us all. Wars threaten globally. The economy is in disarray. Many people feel we’re only one short step from the end of the world.’
‘And Lucifer is to blame for all of this?’
‘No. That has always been man’s choice. But Lucifer has taken advantage of the confusion and fear that’s going on. That’s always been the Great Deceiver’s greatest strength.’
‘You talk like Lucifer is real, a person. Not a fallen angel.’
‘He is real.’
‘As a divine force, you mean.’
‘No. He has manifested himself in this world as Jesus did. At this point, he is flesh and blood.’
‘Just showed up one day?’
‘He was born to a mortal woman and took his place among men.’
Lourds made himself calm down. His head spun with the implications, but he couldn’t bring himself to believe. It was all too incredible. ‘Do you know who Lucifer is?’
‘In his present mortal guise?’ Joachim shook his head. ‘Doesn’t the scroll you translated mention something about Lucifer revealing himself at the time the Joy Scroll is found?’
‘Yes. But it didn’t say how.’
‘Think about it, Professor Lourds. Since you first arrived, since you began searching for the Joy Scroll – even though you didn’t know that’s what you were doing – you’ve been beset by opposing forces.’
‘Coincidence.’ Even as he said it, Lourds realized how weak the answer sounded.
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