Gray stood and stepped to the desk. Monk and the others had sought not only a hiding place in the van after their escape, but also a vantage to get some photographs of the a.s.sailants. Gray was impressed with their resourcefulness.
Black-and-white thumbnail images filled the screen.
"There," Rachel said, pointing to one. "That"s the guy who grabbed me."
"The leader of the group," Gray said.
Kat double-clicked the image and brought up a full-scale photo. He was frozen in mid-stride as he exited the cathedral. He had dark hair, cut long, almost to the shoulder. No facial hair. Aquiline features. Rocky and expressionless. Even in the photo, he gave off an air of superiority.
"Look at that smug b.a.s.t.a.r.d," Monk said. "The cat who ate the canary."
"Does anyone recognize him?" Gray asked.
Heads shook.
"I can uplink it to Sigma"s facial-recognition software," Kat said.
"Not yet," Gray said. He answered her frown. "We need to stay incommunicado."
He glanced around the room. While normally he preferred to operate on his own, free from Big Brother watching over his shoulder, he could no longer play lone wolf. He had a team now, a responsibility beyond his own skin. His eyes found Vigor and Rachel. And it wasn"t even just his own team any longer. They were all looking to him. He suddenly felt overwhelmed. He desired nothing more than to check in with Sigma, consult with Director Crowe, p.a.w.n off his responsibility.
But he couldn"t...at least not yet.
Gray gathered his thoughts and his resolve. He cleared his throat. "Someone knew we were alone in the cathedral. Either they were already spying on the church or they had prior intel."
"A leak," Vigor said, rubbing the beard under his lower lip.
"Possibly. But I can"t say for sure where it might have originated." Gray glanced to Vigor. "From our end or yours."
Vigor sighed and nodded. "I fear we may be to blame. The Dragon Court has always claimed members inside the Vatican. And with the ambush here following on the heels of the attacks against Rachel and myself, I can"t help but think the problem may lie at the Holy See itself."
"Not necessarily," Gray answered. He turned back to the laptop and pointed to another thumbnail picture. "Bring that one up."
Kat double-clicked. An image of a slender woman climbing into the back of one of the two vans swelled across the monitor. Her face was only in silhouette.
Gray glanced to the others. "Anyone know her?"
More shakes.
Monk leaned closer. "But I wouldn"t mind knowing her."
"This is the woman who attacked me at Fort Detrick."
Monk backed away, suddenly finding the woman less appealing. "The Guild operative?"
Vigor and Rachel wore confused expressions. Gray didn"t have time to go into the full history of the Guild, but he gave a brief overview of the organization: its terrorist-cell structure, its ties to Russian mafiya mafiya, and its interest in new technologies.
Once he was finished, Kat asked, "So you think the problem might be at our end?"
"After Fort Detrick...?" Gray frowned. "Who can tell where the security leak lies? But the fact that the Guild is here, operating alongside the Dragon Court, I can"t help but think that they"ve been drawn in because of our involvement. But I think they"re as late to the game as we are."
"Why do you say that?" Rachel asked.
Gray pointed at the screen. "The Dragon Lady let me escape."
Stunned silence followed.
"Are you sure?" Monk asked.
"d.a.m.n sure." Gray rubbed his bruised upper arm where she had shot him as he fled.
"Why would she do that?" Rachel asked.
"Because she"s playing the Dragon Court. Like I said, I think the only reason the Guild has been called into this venture is because Sigma became involved. The Court wanted the Guild"s a.s.sistance to capture or eliminate us."
Kat nodded. "And if we were dead, then the Guild would no longer be needed. The partnership would end, and the Guild would never find out what the Dragon Court knows."
"But now the Court thinks we were killed," Rachel said.
"Exactly. And that"s another reason to keep that ruse going for as long as possible. If we"re dead, the Court will sever its ties with the Guild."
"One less opponent," Monk said.
Gray nodded.
"What do we do next?" Kat asked.
That was a mystery. They had no leads...except one. Gray glanced over to his pack. "The powder we recovered from the reliquary. It must hold a key to all this. But I don"t know what lock it fits. And if we can"t send it to Sigma to test..."
Vigor spoke up. "I think you"re right. The answer lies in the powder. But a better question than "What is it-""
The monsignor suddenly halted, his eyes narrowed. He placed a hand on his forehead. "What is it..." he mumbled under his breath.
"Uncle?" Rachel asked with concern.
"Something...it"s right at the corner of my brain."
Gray remembered a similar expression of intense internal concentration when the monsignor had quoted a verse from the Book of Revelations.
The priest balled a fist. "I can"t put it together. Like trying to catch a soap bubble in your palm." He shook his head. "Maybe I"m too tired."
Gray sensed the man was being truthful...for the most part. But he was holding something back, something triggered by the words what is it what is it. For a flicker, Gray saw fear shine behind the confusion.
"So, what"s the better question?" Monk asked, returning to the original train of thought. "You started to say something about a better question than what the powder might be."
Vigor nodded, focusing back. "Right. Maybe we should be asking how how the powder got there. Once every few years, the bones are carefully taken from the reliquary and the sarcophagus is cleaned. I"m sure they dusted and wiped out the interior." the powder got there. Once every few years, the bones are carefully taken from the reliquary and the sarcophagus is cleaned. I"m sure they dusted and wiped out the interior."
Kat sat straighter. "Before the attack, we were wondering if the device somehow altered the gold of the sarcophagus, trans.m.u.ted the lining into the white powder."
"That"s how it got there?" Rachel asked.
"Could be," Monk said. "Remember the magnetized cross back at the church. Something weird happened in there, and it affected metals. So why not gold, too?"
Gray wished he had had more time to collect samples, to perform more tests. But with the cathedral firebombed- "No," Kat said, sighing in exasperation. "Remember. The powder was not just gold. We also spotted other elements. Maybe platinum or something else in that transitional group of metals that can also disaggregate into m-state powdery form."
Gray slowly nodded, remembering the silvery inclusions in the molten gold.
"I don"t think the powder came from the sarcophagus case," Kat said.
Monk frowned. "But if it"s not coming from the gold in the case and if the box is Windexed every couple of years...then where else could it be coming from?"
Gray"s eyes widened with understanding. He understood Kat"s consternation. "It came from the bones bones."
"There is no other explanation," Kat agreed.
Monk balked, shaking his head. "That"s easy to say. We have no bones to test your hypothesis. They have them all."
Rachel and Vigor exchanged a sudden glance.
"What?" Gray asked.
Rachel met his gaze. He read the excitement in her expression. "They don"t have all the bones."
Gray"s brow furrowed. "Where-?"
Vigor answered. "In Milan."
6.
DOUBTING THOMAS.
JULY 25, 10:14 A A.M.
LAKE COMO, ITALY.
GRAY AND the others fell out of the rented Mercedes E55 sedan and stumbled onto the pedestrian plaza of the lakeside town of Como. Morning strollers and window-shoppers dotted the cobblestone square that led down to a promenade bordering the still blue waters. the others fell out of the rented Mercedes E55 sedan and stumbled onto the pedestrian plaza of the lakeside town of Como. Morning strollers and window-shoppers dotted the cobblestone square that led down to a promenade bordering the still blue waters.
Kat yawned and stretched, a cat slowly waking. She checked her watch. "Three countries in four hours."
They had driven all night. Across Germany to Switzerland, then over the Alps into Italy. They had traveled by car, rather than by train or plane, to maintain their anonymity, pa.s.sing borders with false identification. They did not want to alert anyone that their group had survived the attack in Cologne.
Gray planned on contacting Sigma command after they had secured the bones from the basilica in Milan and had reached the Vatican. Once ensconced in Rome, they would regroup and strategize with their respective superiors. Despite the risk of a leak, Gray needed to debrief Washington on the events in Cologne, to reevaluate the mission"s parameters.
In the meantime, the plan was to rotate drivers while en route from Cologne to Milan, to let everyone get a bit of shut-eye. It hadn"t worked out that way.
Out of the car, Monk stood at the edge of the plaza, bent over, hands on his knees, slightly green in the face.
"It"s her driving," Vigor said, patting Monk on the back. "She goes a bit fast."
"I"ve been on fighter planes, doing G.o.dd.a.m.n loopty-loops," he grumbled. "This...this was worse."
Rachel climbed out of the driver"s seat and closed the door to the rental car. She had driven the entire way at breakneck speed, flying down the German Autobahn and taking the hairpin turns of the Alpine roads at physics-defying velocities.
She pushed her blue-tinted sungla.s.ses to her forehead. "You just need some breakfast," she a.s.sured Monk. "I know a nice bistro along the Piazza Cavour."
Despite some reservations, Gray had agreed to stop for food. They needed gas, and the place was remote. And with the attack only six hours old, confusion still reigned back in Cologne. By the time it was known that their bodies were not among the dead at the cathedral, they would be in Rome. In a few more hours, the necessity for maintaining the ruse of their deaths would be over.
In the meantime, they were all road-weary and famished.
Rachel led the way across the plaza toward the banks of the lake. Gray followed her with his eyes. Despite the overnight drive, she moved with no sign of fatigue. If anything, she seemed enlivened by her Alpine racing, like it was her form of yoga. The haunted look in her eye from the night of terror had faded with each pa.s.sing mile.
He found himself both relieved at her resilience and somewhat disappointed. He remembered her hand squeezing his as they ran. The worry in her eyes as she straddled the ledge of the cathedral"s tower. The way her eyes fixed on him at that moment, trusting him, needing him.
That woman was gone.
Ahead, the view opened up, drawing his eye. The lake was a blue jewel set within the rugged green peaks of the lower Alps. A few of the mountains were still tipped with snow, reflected in the placid waters.
"Lago di Como," Vigor said, striding beside Gray. "Virgil once described this as the world"s greatest lake."
They reached a gardened promenade. The path was fringed with sprawls of camellias, azaleas, rhododendrons, and magnolias. The cobbled walkway continued along the edge of the lake, lined by chestnut trees, Italian cypresses, and white-barked laurels. Out in the waters, tiny sailboats skimmed along with the mild morning breezes. Up in the green hills, cl.u.s.ters of homes perched precariously atop cliff faces, shaded in hues of cream, gold, and terra-cotta red.
Gray noted the beauty and fresh air seemed to be reviving Monk, or at least the solid footing was. Kat"s eyes also took in the sights.
"Ristorante Imbarcadero," Rachel said, pointing across the piazza.
"A drive-through restaurant would"ve been fine," Gray said, checking his watch.
"Maybe for you," Monk said dourly.
Vigor stepped next to him. "We made good time. We"ll reach Milan in another hour."
"But the bones-"
Vigor silenced him with a frown. "Commander, the Vatican is well aware of the risk to the relics in the Basilica of Sant"Eustorgio. I was already under orders to stop in Milan to collect them on my way back to Rome. In the meantime, the Vatican has secured the bones in the basilica"s safe, the church has been locked down, and the local police have been alerted."
"That won"t necessarily stop the Dragon Court," Gray said, picturing the devastation in Cologne.
"I doubt they"d strike in full daylight. The group skulks in shadows and darkness. And we"ll be in Milan before noon."
Kat added, "It won"t delay us much to place a take-out order and be back on the road."
Though far from satisfied, Gray conceded the point. The group needed to refuel as much as their automobile.