Cross Bones

Chapter 24

Purviance had been watching a Law & Order Law & Order rerun. Briscoe was telling a suspect he didn"t know jack. rerun. Briscoe was telling a suspect he didn"t know jack.

Clicking off the TV, Purviance took a seat opposite Ryan. She was short, blonde, and twenty pounds overweight. I guessed her age at just north of forty.

As the two talked, I checked out the apartment.

The living room gave onto a dining room, which gave onto a kitchen, shotgun style. I a.s.sumed the bedroom and bath were reached by a short hallway branching off to the right. With the exception of the room in which we were seated, I guessed the place received natural light a total of one hour a day.

I refocused on Ryan and Purviance. The woman looked drawn and weary, but now and then sunlight caught her face. When that happened Courtney Purviance was startlingly beautiful.

Ryan was asking about Harold Klingman. Purviance was explaining that Klingman owned a shop in Halifax. Her fingers adjusted and readjusted the fringe on a throw pillow.

"Would Klingman"s visit to Ferris have been unusual?"

"Mr. Klingman often dropped by the warehouse when he was in Montreal."

"You were out sick that Friday."

"I have sinus problems."

I believed it. Purviance"s speech was punctuated with frequent sniffing. She cleared her throat repeatedly. Every few seconds, a hand darted from the pillow and swiped her nose. I found myself fighting the urge to hand her a tissue.

"You said earlier that Ferris was acting moody just before his death. Can you elaborate on that?"

Purviance shrugged one shoulder. "I don"t know. He seemed quieter."

"Quieter?"

"He didn"t joke around as much." The fringe-straightening intensified. "Kept to himself more."

"Got any theories why that might have been?"

Purviance snorted, then abandoned the pillow for a go at her nose. "Talked much with Miriam?"

"You think there was trouble on the home front?"

Purviance raised her brows and palms in a "beats me" gesture.

"Did Ferris ever mention marital difficulties?"

"Not directly."

Ryan asked a few more questions about Purviance"s relationship with Miriam, then moved on to other topics. Another fifteen minutes, and he wrapped up.

After leaving, we grabbed an early dinner on Saint-Laurent. Ryan asked my impression of Purviance. I told him the lady clearly had no love for Miriam Ferris. And she needed a good nasal spray.

Thursday, the Donovan Joyce book arrived. The Jesus Scroll. The Jesus Scroll. I opened it around noon, intending a quick scan. I opened it around noon, intending a quick scan.

At some point it began to snow. When I looked up, the sky had dimmed, and my side-yard fence caps had grown into tall, furry hats.

Joyce"s theory was more bizarre than that in my airport novel. It went something like this.

Jesus was Mary"s illegitimate son. He survived the cross. He married Mary Magdalene. He lived to a ripe old age, wrote his last will and testament, and was killed during the final siege at Masada.

Jake"s summary of Joyce"s involvement with Max Grosset had been accurate. According to Joyce, Grosset was an American professor with a British accent who"d worked as a volunteer archaeologist at Masada. Grosset told Joyce, during a chance encounter at Ben-Gurion airport in December of 1964, that he"d unearthed the Jesus scroll the previous field season, hidden it, then returned to Masada to retrieve it.

Joyce got a peek at Grosset"s scroll in the airport men"s room. To Joyce, the writing looked Hebrew. Grosset said it was Aramaic, and translated the first line. Yeshua ben Ya"akob Gennesareth. Yeshua ben Ya"akob Gennesareth. "Jesus of Gennesareth, son of Jacob/James." The writer had added the astonishing information that he was the last in the line of the Maccabean kings of Israel. "Jesus of Gennesareth, son of Jacob/James." The writer had added the astonishing information that he was the last in the line of the Maccabean kings of Israel.

Though offered $5,000, Joyce refused to a.s.sist Grosset in smuggling the scroll out of Israel. Grosset succeeded on his own, and the scroll ended up in Russia.

Later, unable to pursue his original book topic because he"d been denied permission to visit Masada, and intrigued by what he"d seen in the men"s room at Ben-Gurion, Joyce had researched the name on the scroll. The appellation "Son of James" was used, Joyce concluded, because Joseph had died childless, and, according to Jewish law, his brother James would have raised Mary"s illegitimate child. "Gennesareth" was one of history"s several names for the Sea of Galilee.

Joyce was so convinced of the scroll"s authenticity that he spent the next eight years researching Jesus" life.

I was still reading when Ryan arrived with enough food to feed Guadalajara.

I popped a Diet c.o.ke. Ryan popped a Moosehead. As we ate enchiladas, I hit the main points.

"Jesus viewed himself as a descendant in the Hasmonean line."

Ryan looked at me.

"The Maccabean kings. His movement wasn"t simply religious. It was a grab for political power."

"Oh good. Another conspiracy theory." Ryan dipped a finger in the guacamole. I handed him a tortilla.

"According to Joyce, Jesus wanted to be king of Israel. That p.i.s.sed Rome off, and the penalty was death. But Jesus wasn"t betrayed, he surrendered to authorities following negotiation by an intermediary."

"Let me guess. Judas?"

"Yep. The deal was that Pilate would release Barabas, and Jesus would turn himself in."

"And why would he do that?"

"Barabas was his son."

"I see." Ryan wasn"t buying any of it.

"This prisoner exchange involved an escape mechanism, and the whole plan depended on controlling the clock."

"Life is timing."

"Do you want to hear this?"

"Is there any possibility of s.e.x right now?"

I narrowed my eyes.

"I want to hear this."

"There were two forms of crucifixion-slow and fast. Slow, a prisoner could last up to seven days. Fast, you were dead in twenty-four hours. According to Joyce, Jesus and his followers had to time his execution so that fast was the only option."

"Fast would be my choice."

"Sabbath was approaching. And Pa.s.sover. According to Jewish law, no corpse could remain on a cross."

"But crucifixion was a Roman show." Ryan went for another enchilada. "Historians agree Pilate was a tyrant and a bully. Would he have given a rat"s a.s.s about Jewish law?"

"It was in Pilate"s interest to keep the locals happy. Anyway, the plot involved the use of a death-mimicking drug. Papaver somniferum Papaver somniferum or or Claviceps purpurea. Claviceps purpurea."

"I love it when you talk dirty."

"The opium poppy and ergot, a lysergic-acid producing fungus. In modern lingo, heroin and LSD. Both were known in Judea. The drug would have been administered via the sponge on the reed. According to the Gospels, Jesus first refused the sponge, later accepted it, drank, and immediately died."

"Only you"re saying he lived."

"I"m not saying it. Joyce is."

"How do you get a live body down from a cross in front of witnesses and guards?"

"Keep the witnesses at a distance. Bribe the guards. It"s not like there was a coroner standing by."

"Let me get this straight. Jesus is out cold. He"s whisked to the tomb, later spirited away, nursed back to health, and somehow ends up at Masada."

"That"s what Joyce says."

"What was this wingnut doing in Israel?"

"Nice to see you"re keeping an open mind. Joyce went to research a book on Masada. But the Israeli authorities denied him access."

"Maybe the Grosset incident is a figment of Joyce"s imagination. Or a story he invented out of spite."

"Maybe it is." I helped myself to the last of the salsa. "Or maybe it"s real."

Nothing much happened for the next few days. I finished the Joyce book. I finished the Yadin book.

Jake was right on that account, too. Yadin described the remains from the Herodian period. He discussed the Romans who"d occupied Masada briefly after 73 C.E. C.E., and Byzantine monks who"d settled there in the fifth and sixth centuries. He gave detailed information on the period of the Jewish revolt, including an elaborate discussion of the three skeletons found in the northern palace. Wide-angles, close-ups, diagrams, maps. But just one photo and a few paragraphs on the cave skeletons.

Curious.

On Sunday, Ryan and I went skating on Beaver Lake, then gorged on mussels at L"Actuel on rue Peel. I had la ca.s.serole mariniere au vin blanc. la ca.s.serole mariniere au vin blanc. Ryan had Ryan had la ca.s.serole a l"ail. la ca.s.serole a l"ail. I"ve got to credit the boy. He can handle garlic that would kill a marine. I"ve got to credit the boy. He can handle garlic that would kill a marine.

On Monday I logged into my e-mail and found a report from the radiometric-testing lab.

I hesitated. What if the skeleton was only a century old? Or medieval, like the shroud of Turin?

What if it dated to the time of Christ?

If it did, it did. So what? My estimate of age at death made the individual too old to be Jesus. Or too young, if you believed Joyce.

I double-clicked to open the file.

The lab had found sufficient organic material to triple-test each bone and tooth sample. The results were presented as raw data, then calibrated to a date in years before present, and to a calendar date range, given as C.E. C.E. or or B.C.E. B.C.E. Nothing politically incorrect about archaeology. Nothing politically incorrect about archaeology.

I looked at the dates derived from the tooth.

Sample 1: Mean Date (BP-years before present) 1,970 +/- 41 years

Calendar date range 6 BCE-76 CE Sample 2: Mean Date (BP-years before present) 1,937 +/- 54 years

Calendar date range 14 CE-122 CE Sample 3: Mean Date (BP-years before present) 2,007 +/- 45 years

Calendar date range 47 BCE-43 CE

I looked at the femoral dates. Total overlap with the dental dates.

Two millennia.

The skeleton dated to the time of Christ.

I experienced a moment of total blankness. Then arguments and questions b.u.mper-car-ed through my brain.

What did it mean?

Who to call?

I dialed Ryan, got his voice mail, and left a message telling him the bones were two thousand years old.

I dialed Jake. Voice mail. Same message.

Now what?

Sylvain Morissonneau.

The urge expelled all momentary uncertainty. Grabbing jacket and purse, I bolted for the Monteregie.

Within an hour I was at l"Abbaye Sainte-Marie-des-Neiges. This time I went straight through the orange door into the lobby separating the library from Morissonneau"s office corridor. No one appeared.

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