Sign Of The Cross (24 page)

Yet that wasn’t the case with
ACI
, because the men who ran that particular fund were so egotistical, so sure that they’d never get caught, that they barely bothered to hide what they were doing. Scramble the initials of American Cargo International, and the identity of its parent organization could quickly be discovered:
ACI
stood for the
CIA
.

‘So what does that mean?’ Jones asked, still trying to connect the dots.

‘It means that Boyd was onto something big, and the
CIA
wanted to be a part of it. By financing his dig, they had a rightful claim to anything he discovered.’

‘So
that’s
why Manzak has such a hard-on for him. He thinks Boyd found what they were looking for, then decided to skip town.’ Jones chuckled to himself, half-embarrassed. ‘Man, I feel so used! We’re nothing more than Manzak’s bill collectors.’

‘Not exactly… The news gets worse from here.’

He looked at Payne, concerned. ‘What did we do now?’

‘Nothing. It’s what Manzak and Buckner did that scares me.’

‘Oh God, what did those schmucks do?’

‘It seems that they got themselves killed.’

‘As in dead? Manzak and Buckner are
dead
? Who the hell killed ’em?’

‘Strangely, a team of Serbian rebels outside of Kosovo.’

‘Kosovo? What the hell were they doing there? We just talked to them…’ Click. His mental lightbulb went on. ‘Ah, son of a bitch! I can’t believe this shit. What
year
did they die?’

‘According to the Pentagon computer, 1993. Of course, the
CIA
still lists them on their active roster because they’re unwilling to admit that Manzak and Bucker were even in Kosovo. I mean, that might cause a
scandal
.’

Jones sighed, ignoring the sarcasm. Payne could tell he was pissed that he hadn’t discovered the Kosovo information two days ago. If he had, it would’ve radically altered their plan of attack. Instead of searching for Dr Boyd, they would’ve spent all of their time trying to uncover Manzak’s true identity and what he wanted from them.

‘That’s why they were clean when I searched their backgrounds,’ Jones explained. ‘I only have partial access to the database, but my intel listed them as active agents in good standing.’

‘Of course they were in good standing. It’s tough to break the rules when you’re dead.’

‘Good point.’

‘Speaking of which, why do I get the feeling that
we’re
going to end up dead if we don’t figure out what we’re involved in?’

Jones nodded, sensing the same thing. They weren’t dealing with petty criminals who’d let them walk away without completing their agreement. These men had enough power to swing a deal with the Spanish government, forge impeccable
CIA
credentials, and uncover their top secret backgrounds without any problems at all. There was no way in hell that they would let Payne and Jones turn their backs on them without finding Boyd.

They were loose ends that they’d have to deal with whether they finished their task or not.

That’s why Payne and Jones decided to push on. They figured the more cards they had, the safer they’d be.

Manzak and Buckner had died in 1993, yet Payne had talked to them a few days ago without a séance. Dr Boyd could be linked to the
CIA
through a series of payments, although the dead spooks failed to mention anything about that. Plus, more than forty people had been killed near Orvieto in the last week, yet Payne didn’t know why. Or by whom. Or where all the evidence was. These were just a few of the things Payne discussed with Jones as they walked to the university’s photo lab to see the photos that Frankie had developed for them.

‘You know,’ Payne grumbled, ‘the more I learn about this case, the more I get confused.’

‘Really? I think things are coming together nicely. Let’s assume that Boyd was paid to steal some antiques from some key European countries. That way, when the
CIA
needed some top secret information, they could trade the artifacts for whatever they needed. But let’s assume that Boyd got greedy and decided to keep the relics for himself. In that case, what were Manzak and Buckner – or whatever their
real
names are – supposed to do? Chase Boyd all over Europe and risk getting caught? Why do that when they could get two ex-MANIACs to track him for free?’

Not too shabby,
Payne thought to himself. His theory didn’t explain everything – like the exploding bus, the identity of the brunette, or the true identity of Manzak and Buckner – but it utilized everything else. Of course, Payne didn’t have anything to support Jones’s hypothesis, things like proof or evidence. But he wasn’t a cop, so he didn’t give a damn about that crap. All he cared about was finding Dr Boyd. Payne figured by getting ahold of him he’d have enough leverage with Manzak and Buckner to break away cleanly.

Anyhow, they reached the darkroom a few minutes later and were pleased to find Frankie waiting with the film. He said, ‘I not sure what you learn from these. There is hotel, and the church, and the helicopter… Orvieto is quite beautiful, no?’

‘Very,’ Payne said as he flipped through the prints. ‘How’d you recognize the town?’

‘Orvieto is known to my people. Just like Egyptians know the pyramids of Giza or Chinamen know Xi’an, we know about Orvieto – and the stories of its treasure.’

‘Treasure?’ Jones asked. ‘What treasure?’

‘
Mamma mia!
You been there and not know its treasures? How can this be?’

‘We weren’t exactly on a sightseeing tour.’

‘Ah, yes, I forget! You there on official business. Please, since this is so, let me explain Orvieto to you. It will make you – how you say? – understand photos good.’

Jones shook his head. ‘Maybe some other time. We’re in a hurry right now.’

‘Please! This may explain why
Dottore
Boyd was in Orvieto and what he is wanting.’

They somehow doubted that, but they humored Frankie anyway.

‘For years there are stories about Orvieto. When pope looked for shelter during holy war, people say he no live on top of rock. They say he live under rock, deep inside land. No one knows how this be since no one dig for him, but too many stories for me not to believe.’

‘What are you saying?’ Payne asked. ‘He lived underground?’

‘Yes! He so scared for his life he do what he can. He make tunnels to escape. He grow crops to eat. He make well to have water. All of this to hide from enemies.’

‘We saw the well,’ Payne admitted. ‘Regrettably, so did our friend with the camera.’

‘But what of tunnels? Did you see the tunnels? They are – how you say? – very cool crap. They go beneath the street like sewer. I feel like Indian Jones when I crawl through them!’

Payne smiled at the reference. ‘Didn’t you say something about a treasure?’

‘
Si!
A magnificent treasure, one that no one has found.’

Jones shook his head. ‘Sorry, but I find that hard to believe. I’m a huge history buff, and I’ve never heard anything about Orvieto’s treasure. How famous could it be if I’ve never heard of it?’

Frankie shrugged. ‘Maybe your country no make it famous? I do not know. In my country Orvieto be famous. Catacombs be famous. Everyone in my country know Catacombs.’

‘Fine,’ Jones relented. ‘If that’s the case, how come no one has found the treasure? Orvieto isn’t a big place. I mean, if there was gold in them there hills, someone would’ve found it.’

‘No! The land beneath town is illegal for shovels. No digging allowed. Not for treasure seekers. Not for anyone. If you caught, you go to jail. You see, big hill is like old mine, filled with many caves. People is worried if someone dig in wrong place, then all of Orvieto go splat!’ He slammed his tiny hands together. ‘And that would suck big one, no?’

Payne laughed until he realized Jones wasn’t. ‘You OK?’

Jones blinked a few times. ‘You know how there’s been a hole in this case, something out of our grasp? What if this turns out to be a treasure hunt? It would explain Boyd’s presence in Orvieto and the CIA’s interest. If the Feds were able to get data with a few trinkets, imagine what they could get for an entire site.’ He paused, thinking things through. ‘Furthermore, a jackpot of this size would explain the Italian authorities. I mean, there’s no way a local bureau could’ve pulled the cover-ups that we’ve witnessed. To hide a helicopter crash and manipulate a bus wreck, you have to have the backing of some very serious people.’

‘True, but where do we fit in?’

‘Our friends at the
CIA
must’ve known Boyd was onto something. That’s why they panicked when he disappeared. They knew if the Italians found him first, they’d be screwed out of everything they’d been financing for years. That’s why they came to us. They needed to find him
ASAP
and thought we could do the job.’

In Payne’s mind the theory made sense. Of course, he realized it might make even more sense if he knew more about the Catacombs. ‘Hey Frankie, tell us about the treasure.’

‘My people say that Clement
VII
feared for Church’s wealth. Even when pope return to Vatican, he still be scared for it. That is why people say he leave the best things in Orvieto.’

Jones whistled softly, thinking of the Vatican’s treasure. ‘Frankie, if we wanted to dig in Orvieto, who would we have to talk to? Is there a local bureau that could give us permission?’

‘No, there is nothing like that in all of Umbria… But in Rome, yes, there is an office. It is called Department of Antiques, and it be very high power in government.’

Payne assumed he meant the Department of
Antiquities
. ‘How so?’

‘The minister of antiques is named Benito Pelati, and he very important man. He is very old, very well-respected throughout Italy. He is done so much to save our treasures, our culture, that people line up to kiss his feet.’

‘This Pelati guy, would he have the authority to let someone dig in Orvieto?’

‘
Si,
but this is something that
Signor
Pelati no gonna do. We Italians is very proud. And because of pride, sometimes we is very stubborn. For long time,
Signor
Pelati has said to my people that
Catacomba di Orvieto
is made-up. He even go on TV and say it no real, that people should forget tales because they not true. But some scholars want proof. They no even want to dig. They just want pictures of ground with giant X-ray to see if anything is there, and he no even allow that. Too much at stake for him.’

Payne nodded in understanding. ‘Out of curiosity, how does Mr Pelati prevent illegal digs?’

‘He has special team who live in Orvieto and watch everything. Many people sneaked into town to find the Catacombs and many people not come back. In time, people no longer look for treasure… Myth not worth dead.’

‘Hypothetically,’ Jones said, ‘if someone wanted to dig there, what would it take?’

Frankie shrugged. ‘Permission from
Signor
Pelati. But, like me say, that no gonna happen.
Signor
Pelati is no gonna let someone find treasure in Orvieto.
In nessun momento!
In Italy, an important man like Benito Pelati would rather be dead than look foolish.’

Payne and Jones continued talking with Frankie until he was called back to the library on business. They stayed in the photo lab, though, using a work-table to examine the photos of the crash site. Each of the pictures had been taken atop the plateau. The initial shot revealed a panoramic view of the landscape, followed by several of the wreckage itself, concentrating on Boyd’s truck and the left side of the helicopter. Most of the chopper’s rear section was scorched, but not enough to obscure the last three digits of its serial number.

‘That’s about all I found, unless you count these,’ Payne said.

Oddly, the final two pictures of the roll were taken from the opposite end of the ridge, which meant Barnes walked several hundred feet to film the reverse angle of the crash. To Payne’s eye it seemed like a huge waste of time, because they didn’t reveal anything of value – mostly scorched grass, huge rocks, and chunks of burnt metal. ‘So, what did we learn?’

‘We learned that Barnes was telling the truth. The helicopter crashed on top of the truck, even though the truck wasn’t mentioned in the newspaper. That seems strange to me.’

‘Maybe it has something to do with the truck’s location,’ Payne suggested. ‘There isn’t a road at the bottom of the plateau, which tells me that Boyd went way out of his way to get down there. Why would he do that? If he was a thief like the
CIA
claims, why would he risk driving down there unless it was necessary? If he wanted to blend in, he would’ve parked in the lot where we parked then walked into Orvieto like a tourist.’

Jones nodded. ‘Furthermore, if Boyd was there for an illegal dig, there’s no way he would’ve parked at the bottom, not with Pelati’s men running around. They would’ve spotted him for sure. Unless, of course, he wasn’t worried about Pelati’s men… Wait, maybe that’s the thing we’ve been missing. Maybe he wasn’t hiding from Pelati because he was working for him?’

‘Doing what? Searching for buried treasure?’

‘Maybe. That would explain why Boyd’s truck was in the valley. He wasn’t worried about being spotted and wanted his equipment as close to the site as possible.’

‘And the helicopter?’

Jones shrugged. ‘Who knows? Maybe it was there to protect Boyd and some interlopers shot it down. Or maybe it belonged to treasure hunters and Pelati’s crew took them out?’

‘Or maybe it belonged to the
CIA
. Ever think of that?’

‘The thought had crossed my mind.’ He studied the chopper’s rear section. ‘If I had to guess, I’d say this bird was made by Bell. Perhaps part of their 206 series. Possibly an
L-I
.’

‘You can tell all that from one picture?’

‘Trust me, this was a Bell. Just like the chopper that Manzak and Buckner used. Same color, too. As black as my uncle Jerome.’

Payne took the picture out of Jones’s hand. ‘Probably not a coincidence, huh?’