"No," Gray answered. "The Dragon Court ignited the bones and seemingly learned nothing, since they continued on the same trail afterward. Maybe Cologne was just a test or a trial run. Maybe the Dragon Court was not sure of their interpretation of the riddle, like your uncle suggested. Either way, they were plainly aware of some of the white powder"s capabilities. With their device, they proved they can activate and crudely manipulate the energy in these high-spin superconductors. They used it to kill. But I don"t think that is what the alchemists originally intended."
Rachel still looked ill at ease.
"The true answer is here," Gray finished. "If the Dragon Court solved it, so can we."
"But they had months after stealing the text from Cairo," Monk said. "And they know a lot more about this stuff than we do."
Sobering nods pa.s.sed around the group. Running on too little sleep, they were all razor-edged on adrenaline. The riddles were taxing what little mental reserve they still had, leaving a pall of defeat hanging over them.
Refusing to weaken, Gray closed his eyes, concentrating. He considered all he"d learned. The amalgam was composed of many different metals in the platinum group, the exact recipe of which was impossible to determine, even with current laboratory tests. The amalgam was then shaped into bones and secured in a cathedral.
Why? Did the alchemists really belong to a secret church within the Church? Is that how they managed to hide the bones during that tumultuous time, an era of antipopes and strife?
No matter the history, Gray was sure the Dragon Court"s device had somehow tapped into the power in the m-state amalgam. Perhaps the tainting of the Communion wafers was only a way to test the breadth and range of that power. But what was the primary use for such a power? A tool, a weapon?
Gray mulled over the indecipherable codex of chemicals, one hidden for centuries, left behind as a series of clues to a possible storehouse of ancient power.
An indecipherable codex...
About to give up, the answer came to him, sudden and sharp, a pain behind the eyes.
Not a codex.
"It"s a key, key," he mumbled aloud, knowing it to be true. He faced the others. "The amalgam is an indecipherable chemical key, impossible to duplicate. Within its unique chemistry must be the power to unlock the location of the tomb of the fourth Magi."
Vigor started to speak, but Gray held him off with a hand.
"The Dragon Court knows how to ignite that power, to turn that key on. But where"s the lock? Not in Cologne. The Dragon Court failed there. But they must have a second-best guess. The answer is here. In this fresco."
He stared around the group.
"We"ve got to solve this," he said. He turned and pointed to the fresco. "Moses is striking a rock. Altars are usually made of stone. Does that mean anything? Are we supposed to go out to the Sinai desert and search for Moses"s stone?"
"No," Vigor said, stirring out of the fog of defeat. He reached and touched the painted rock. "Remember the layers of symbolism in the riddle. This is not Moses Moses"s stone. At least not his alone. The fresco is actually t.i.tled "Moses-Peter Striking the Rock.""
Gray frowned. "Why two names? Moses and Peter?"
"Throughout the catacombs, Saint Peter"s image was often superimposed upon Moses"s acts. It was a way of glorifying the apostle."
Rachel looked closer at the painted face. "If this is Saint Peter"s rock...?"
""Rock" in Greek is petros petros," Vigor said. "This is why the apostle Simon Bar-Jona took the name Peter, eventually Saint Peter. From Christ"s words, "You are Peter, and on this rock I will build my Church.""
Gray attempted to put this together. "Are you suggesting that the altar named in the riddle is the altar inside St. Peter"s Basilica?"
Rachel suddenly twisted around. "No. We"ve got the symbolism backward. In the stanza, the word altar altar is used, but the painting replaces it with the word is used, but the painting replaces it with the word rock rock. It"s not an altar we"re looking for, it"s a rock."
"Great," Monk said. "That really narrows our search parameters."
"It does," Rachel said. "My uncle quoted the most significant biblical pa.s.sage that connects Saint Peter to a rock. Peter would be the rock rock upon which the Church would be built. Remember where we are now. In a crypt." She tapped the stone on the fresco. "A rock underground." upon which the Church would be built. Remember where we are now. In a crypt." She tapped the stone on the fresco. "A rock underground."
Rachel faced them all, her eyes so excited they almost glowed in the dark. "What site was St. Peter"s Basilica built atop? What rock rock is buried under the foundations of the church?" is buried under the foundations of the church?"
Gray answered, eyes widening. "Saint Peter"s tomb."
"The Rock of the Church," Vigor echoed.
Gray sensed the truth. The bones were the key. The tomb was the lock.
Rachel nodded. "That"s where the Dragon Court will be heading next. We should contact Cardinal Spera immediately."
"Oh no..." Vigor stiffened.
"What"s wrong?" Gray asked.
"Tonight...at dusk..." Vigor checked his watch, his face ashen. He turned and headed away. "We must hurry."
Gray followed with the others. "What?"
"A memorial service for the tragedy in Cologne. The ma.s.s is scheduled for sunset. Thousands will be in attendance, including the pope."
Gray suddenly realized what Vigor feared. He pictured the ma.s.sacre in the cathedral in Cologne. All eyes would be turned away from the Scavi, the necropolis below St. Peter"s Basilica, where the tomb of the apostle had been excavated.
The Rock of the Church.
If the Dragon Court ignited the Magi bones down there...
He imagined the crowds packed inside the church, ma.s.sed outside on the square.
Oh G.o.d.
9.
THE SCAVI.
JULY 25, 8:55 P P.M.
ROME, ITALY.
THE SUMMER day ran long. day ran long.
Dusk was just settling over the Appian Way as Gray climbed out of the catacombs. He shaded his eyes with a hand. After the gloom of the catacombs, the slanting rays of the setting sun glared.
The caretaker, Giuseppe, held the door for the exiting group, then closed it behind him, locking it. "Is everything all right, Monsignor?" The old man must have noted the strain in them as they all piled out through the doorway.
Vigor nodded. "I just need to make a phone call."
Gray handed Vigor his sat-phone. The Vatican needed to be alerted and the alarm raised. Gray knew the monsignor was the best person to reach someone in authority over there.
A step away, Rachel already had her cell phone out, dialing her station house.
A crack of a bullet stopped them all. It struck the flint paving of the courtyard, sparking brightly in the descending gloom.
Gray responded immediately, half surprised, half not.
"Go!" he yelled, and pointed to the caretaker"s cottage that flanked one side of the courtyard. Giuseppe had left the door to his home open.
They bolted toward the shelter. Gray helped the old caretaker, supporting him, with Rachel on his other side.
Before they could reach the cottage, the doorway exploded with a gout of flame, throwing them all back. Gray tumbled in a pile with Giuseppe and Rachel. The rigged door, blown off its hinges, skittered across the paving stones. Gla.s.s shattered across the courtyard.
Gray dropped to a knee, sheltering Rachel and the caretaker. Kat covered Vigor in the same manner. Gray had his pistol out, pointing, but he had no target. No cloaked figures came running.
The surrounding landscape of vineyards and umbrella pines lay steeped in shadows and gloom. Silent.
"Monk," Gray said.
His partner already had his shotgun out. He peered through the night-vision scope fixed to the top of the barrel.
"I can"t pick anything out," Monk said.
A phone rang. All eyes flicked to Vigor. He crouched with Gray"s satellite phone. It rang again in his hands.
Gray motioned for him to answer it.
Vigor obeyed, raising the sat-phone to his ear.
"p.r.o.nto," he said. He listened for a moment, then lowered and held out the phone toward Gray. "It"s for you." he said. He listened for a moment, then lowered and held out the phone toward Gray. "It"s for you."
Gray knew they had been purposefully pinned down. No further shots were fired at them. Why? He took the phone.
Before he could speak, a voice greeted him. "h.e.l.lo, Commander Pierce."
"Seichan."
"I see you received my message from Sigma command."
Seichan had somehow tracked them here, followed them and set up the ambush. And he knew the reason. "The riddle..."
"From the frantic way you and your friends vacated the catacomb, I can only a.s.sume you solved the mystery."
Gray remained silent.
"Raoul didn"t wish to share his knowledge either," Seichan said calmly. "It seems the Dragon Court wants to keep the Guild at the sidelines, only playing defensive. That won"t do. So if you"d be so kind as to share what you"ve learned, I"ll let you all live."
Gray covered the phone"s receiver. "Monk?"
"Still nothing, Commander," he whispered back.
Seichan had taken up a sniping position with a clear view of the courtyard. The vineyards, trees, and shadowed slopes hid her well. She must have snuck down here while they were in the catacombs, and b.o.o.by-trapped the cottage, forcing them to stay in the open.
They were at her mercy.
"From your urgency," Seichan said, "time must be a factor. And I can wait all night, picking you off one at a time until you talk." To emphasize this, a bullet cracked a stone at his toe, stinging him with shards. "So be a good boy."
Monk whispered at his side. "She must be using an exhaust-suppression device on her rifle. I didn"t even pick up a flicker out there."
Trapped, he had no choice but to bargain. "What do you want to know?" he asked, stalling.
"The Dragon Court is moving on a target tonight. And I believe you have discovered where that will be. Tell me and you all go free."
"How do I know you"ll keep your word?"
"Oh, you don"t. You don"t have much choice either. I thought that was obvious, Gray. May I call you Gray?" She continued, not missing a beat. "As long as I find you useful, I"ll keep you around, but I certainly don"t need all all of you around. I"ll make an example of your companions if I must." of you around. I"ll make an example of your companions if I must."
Gray had no choice. "Fine. Yes. We solved the G.o.dd.a.m.n riddle."
"Where will the Dragon Court strike?"
"At a church," he bluffed. "Near the Coliseum, there is-"
A whistle sped by his left ear and at the same time a startled cry rose from the caretaker. Gray turned to see the old man clutching his shoulder. Blood oozed between his fingers as he fell to his backside on the stones. Rachel went immediately to his aid.
"Monk, help them," Gray said, cursing silently.
His teammate had a med pack and the training. Still, Monk hesitated, his shotgun ready, reluctant to give up his search.
Gray waved him over more forcibly. Seichan would not make the mistake of exposing herself. Monk lowered his gun and went to the care-taker"s aid.
"You get one free pa.s.s," Seichan said in his ear. "Another lie and it will cost more than a little blood."
Gray"s fingers tightened on the phone.
"I have my own intel," the woman continued. "So I"ll know if your answer makes sense or not."
Gray sought some way to throw her off track, but the caretaker"s groans made it hard to focus on strategy. And he had no time-and no choice. He had to tell her the truth. She had kept him in the game up until now, and now he had to return the favor. Like it or not, he and the Guild were in bed together. This would have to be settled another time. And for that to happen, they had to live.
"If you"re right about the timetable," Gray said, "the Dragon Court will a.s.sault the Vatican tonight."
"Where?"
"Below the basilica. At the tomb of Saint Peter." Gray gave a brief overview of the riddle"s solution as proof of the truth.