30 Pieces of Silver (34 page)

“
Well, I didn’t say exactly—”

His frown silenced her excuses. Pulling out the papers she and Lochum had been working on, Rebecca put them together like a puzzle.

“
Unfortunately, this is a relatively small bone and much of the writings regard James’ life…”

“
But you found something?” It wasn’t so much a question as an edict.

The professor was faster than she. “Besides the fact for some reason unknown to anyone at the time, Emperor Constantine decided to move the capital of Rome to an obscure city to the east? If that doesn’t prove Istanbul is our destination, what will?”

Ignoring his outburst, Rebecca pointed to the center page. “Remember this translation is by hand without my software to perfect the syntax and…” She stalled again as Brandt raised an eyebrow. “Anyway, the most pertinent passage reads ‘He who loved Him best.’ Rebecca looked up. “We think he is the same as the ‘man without contempt.”… ‘Dreamed a dream where a beautiful woman whispered to him that a fish shall show you, and a boar will lead the way.’”

“
A reference to an ancient myth regarding the establishment of Istanbul,” Lochum interjected.

The sergeant looked at her again, so Rebecca continued. “But this is where it gets tricky, and I’m not at all certain I have broken down the syntax properly… ‘He cried to the Heavens as his back broke. The bones had become heavier and heavier as if they wished to go no further. He prayed for forgiveness as he slumped to the ground, in his task, failed. The villagers tried to comfort him, but understood none of his language.”

Lochum’s head bobbed rapidly. “Again, proof that he was far from Jerusalem.”

Rebecca pointed to a section that was red inked. “Then there’s a line we can’t make out, but it picks back up at, ‘With care they buried both the bones that had become such a burden and those of their bearer with the blessing of the goddess.”

Brandt interrupted Lochum. “Goddess equals Istanbul, got it.”

“
Finally,” the professor snorted.

The two men had a short-lived staring contest, then Rebecca cleared her throat as she read the rest of the passage. “Then years later and with a prayer on his lips, he who had spent his life in search, found the most sacred bones and tied them in a satchel of silk and took them to the holy man who spoke of God, his son, and he that followed. It was decided the favored one would be laid within the most sacred sanctuary, and so it was.”

First Brandt studied her face, then turned the page around and read the words silently. “Um, is it just me or do the two passages not jive?”

Sighing, she looked at Lochum. That was exactly what the two of them had been fighting over for the past hour. The man was like a pit bull with a steak bone. He refused to let go of a theory even after everything that had happened. Rebecca felt that they could not hone in on any one conclusion until they took in all the information and pieced it together, but Lochum had distinctly different thoughts.

“
No matter. We know where we must start, the Hagia Sophia, the seat of Constantine’s holy power, and that is enough.”

With that said, the professor grabbed all the pages up and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

“
Why do you put up with all his crap?” Brandt asked point-blank.

“
Well, for all his bluster he truly is an expert in—”

“
No, I mean you couldn’t care less about proving this supposed Passover plot to save Christ from the cross.” He held her gaze. “So, I will rephrase my question, why are
you
going to Istanbul?”

As hard as she tried to speak, her lips only opened and closed like a guppy’s. Since the kiss it seemed that she had lost the ability to form complete sentences around Brandt that were not in ancient verse.

“
You’re using him to achieve your own goal, correct?”

God, how she wished Lochum would come back in.

“
I wouldn’t call it—” Rebecca bit her lip trying to regroup her thoughts. “I mean we act synergistically and, but, then—”

Brandt had the oddest smile on his face. Did he know her desire to find the “smart gene” in Jesus’ genome, or was he just trolling? If he knew her true intent, would he think her more noble, or worse than Lochum?

“
Yeah, boss, you might want to look out the right window,” their pilot said over the intercom.

By now Rebecca was well versed in Lopez’s many tones, and this one indicated they were in deep shit.

* * *

There it was, fuel spewing from the wing. They must have taken some shrapnel during the missile attack. Worse, tiny sparks flew from a fried casing. It was a recipe for a midair explosion. He jerked the conference door open and charged to the cockpit.

“
Land us!”

Groggy, but waking quickly, Davidson was already in the copilot’s seat. “That’s the problem, Sarge. A high-speed, low-altitude landing is dangerous under normal circumstances and—”

The wing caught fire, washing the cockpit in bright yellows and oranges.

“
No more dangerous than flying while on fire, I suppose,” Brandt growled, but he could see that Lopez was already scouting an area up ahead.

“
That’s Pleven ahead, with a nice stretch of highway.”

Brandt had to squint to see the road. Sure enough there was a nice and empty Bulgarian four-lane road right in front of them. They were lucky it was the middle of the night, or traffic would have made it impossible to land. Their only problem now was that they were rapidly approaching Pleven’s urban center. City lights twinkled closer and closer.

“
Do it.”

“
Buckle up,” Lopez responded. Brandt went to argue, but the corporal faced him. “I’m serious.”

Okay, when Lopez was that worried, Brandt buckled up. Getting back to the cabin, he found Svengurd, Lochum, and Rebecca already strapped in.

“
Hang on!”

* * *

They hit the ground, bouncing off the pavement so hard that Rebecca’s stomach flared with pain as the seat belt cut into her midriff. The second touchdown wasn’t much better. The wheels squealed as they fishtailed across the highway. Then it seemed they straightened and slowed. She let out a sigh of relief, but it was premature.

“
Oh, crap! We’re cartwheeling!”

Rebecca did not have time to ask what that meant as the nose hit the ground, causing the body of the plane to tumble nose over tail. The thin strap on her belt was nowhere near strong enough to hold her. She tried to cling to the broken material, but it slipped from her grasp as she landed hard against the ceiling, then fell the floor, then crashed into the ceiling as the conference room and back half of the plane broke off.

Smoke and fire filled the cabin as the emergency oxygen masks tumbled from the ceiling, and still they cartwheeled.

Her leg hit someone, but she could not be sure whom. Finally the plane’s body came to rest. The metal creaked all around her as thick smoke billowed out of the open end of the plane. Rebecca had to check her limbs to be sure they were all still intact.

“
Everyone out!” she heard Brandt yell from behind her.

Choking, she scrambled out of the cabin as fire licked at her heels. Stumbling forward, Rebecca was thrown to the pavement as the plane exploded into a fireball.

Grime streaked her face as she found Lochum, his head in his hands. He held only a tiny fragment of shattered ulna between his fingers. Svengurd was already helping Davidson put his dislocated shoulder back in. She searched the surrounding pavement aflame with debris. Where was Brandt? Lopez?

“
Damn it!”

That was Brandt. She turned to find him going through the wreckage, pulling out completely demolished weapons. He threw down a mangled assault rifle, looking so despondent that Rebecca burst into tears.

Lopez came around the debris. “What’s everyone so bummed about?” He pointed just off the freeway to a structure flooded with streetlights that glowed even more brightly than their crackling plane.

“
There’s an Audi dealership right there.”

CHAPTER 20

Island in the Sea of Marmara

Tok sipped at his hibiscus tea. Dressed in a monk’s robe, he appreciated the coarse cloth against his scraped and bruised skin. The wild, watery ride through Budapest’s cave system had left them all marked. It would be weeks before the tender skin over his scarred hand healed. His left cochlear implant occasionally squealed unprovoked. Once debriefed, he would have the medical team assess the damage.

Blowing to cool the hot liquid, Tok looked out over the Marmara Sea. The waters were tranquil this morning, unlike his heart. True, they had recovered most of James’ remains, but Lochum had eluded his grasp. The professor’s group had executed an escape worthy of respect, but it galled Tok to think the blasphemer lived after all that Lochum had desecrated. So much had been lost in Budapest that Tok’s heart ached.

But his pain amounted to little consequence. After the Knot’s scholars deciphered the bones, it would be only a matter of hours until they determined Lochum’s next move and intercepted him, one last time. There would be time to grieve later.

Petir entered the terrace, his footsteps quick against the granite floor. Tok enjoyed one last sip of the syrupy tea before he turned to his mentor. By the set to his shoulder, the older man clearly had a destination in mind. Tok did not welcome a long plane ride that would cramp his already-taxed muscles, but he would gladly accept the discomfort if it brought him closer to Lochum.

He stood in greeting, but Petir shook his head. “I would remain seated, Master.”

Tok looked into his mentor’s winnowed face. It was not like Petir to be overly dramatic. “Out with it.”

“
They are here,” his mentor said, slowly. Carefully.

“
Here?”

The old man nodded repeatedly. “In Istanbul. Right across the sea.”

Tok could not imagine what Petir meant. “Who is here?”

“
Lochum. His team. They drive in from the north.”

Tok felt his legs shake of their own accord. “But, why? James’ bones speak of the Eternal City, Rome. Why would they come here?”

Petir shrugged. “I do not bear such knowledge, but I do know your older brother lives.”

This news made Tok gain his feet. “Are you certain?”

“
It was he who signaled their location.”

Tok gripped the table to keep himself steady. Each time he fired upon Lochum’s team he risked killing the man who had become a brother.

For Tok was not the only orphan found that fateful year. Whereas he had been plucked from the marketplace in Cairo, his brother had been found in the slums of Chicago. The two were raised under Petir’s watchful eye, but they had been separated as teens. Tok to learn the craft of stealth and torture, his brother to join the American Armed Forces in order to infiltrate Special Ops. With the Knot’s connections, it had not been a roll of the dice that sent Brandt’s team to Ecuador.

After their plane had been downed in Bulgaria, Tok had feared the worst. Neither of them feared death. Each welcomed it if it brought them closer to their Savior, but to think that he had killed his own brother gave him pause. How many times he had wished he could contact him, but they could not take the risk. His deeply hidden mole could only communicate with them using a passive wire loop, not the reverse, not even to make sure he still lived. But now the world was aright. “Did he say where they were headed?”

“
The Hagia Sophia.”

It made no sense. If there was one place in all of Turkey that had been explored for ancient remains, it had been that church. What did Lochum hope to accomplish there? What had his own scholars missed that the professor had found?

Normally Tok might brood over such an oversight, but with his brother alive, he only rejoiced. Soon, Lochum’s threat would come to an end, and the Knot’s secret would be safe once again, and their family would be reunited.

* * *

Brandt studied Svengurd’s reflection in the rearview mirror. The man seemed asleep, but he also seemed a lot of things. Like loyal and dependable, but Brandt began to have his doubts.

Granted, the Knot might have been taking potshots at any private planes leaving Budapest, but the sergeant doubted it. So far their strikes had been swift and precise. As much as he loathed the idea, the evidence kept piling up that one of his men was a traitor.

Now it fell upon Brandt to figure out which one. Lopez was nearly immune from scrutiny, since he had pulled their asses out of the fire too many times to count. A second delay in his reflexes would have led to their capture or death a couple of times over. Like now, they were nearly flying over the highway to Istanbul as quickly as they could have in a plane. He could have easily shaved off a few miles per hour and no one would have noticed. Instead they had set some kind of land speed record across Europe.

Which left Davidson and Svengurd. It wasn’t his affection for the kid that eliminated him from suspicion. It was the fact that the private had never been alone. Back at the hangar, Davidson was either with the team or with Monroe. The time he spent suspended in midair by the chain didn’t count. However, after the firefight, Svengurd had gone out alone to secure the perimeter and again when he fetched the getaway car.