But Gray was the first to speak. “And we’re sure the deaths are connected to the device employed by the thieves.”
“As sure as we can be. The survivor reported feeling an intense pressure in his head as the device was turned on. He described it like descending in an airplane. Felt in the ears. The deaths occurred at this time.”
“But Jason lived,” Kat said, taking a deep breath.
“Some others did, too. But the unaffected were subsequently shot by the perpetrators. Slaughtered in cold blood.”
Monk stirred. “So some people succumbed, others did not. Why? Was there any commonality between the victims of the seizures?”
“Only one. A fact even noted by Jason Pendleton. The only ones to suffer the seizures appear to be those who had partaken of the Communion service.”
Monk blinked.
“It is for this reason that the Vatican made contact with U.S. authorities. And the chain of command dropped this into our laps.”
“The Vatican,” Kat said.
Painter read the understanding in her eyes. She now understood why she had been handpicked for this mission, interrupting her doctoral program in engineering.
Painter continued, “The Vatican fears repercussions if it becomes widely known that some group may be targeting the Communion service. Possibly poisoning its wafers. They want answers as soon as possible, even if it means bending international law. Your team will be working with two intelligence agents in association with the Holy See. They’ll be targeting why all this death seemed aimed to cover the theft of the bones of the Magi. Was it purely a symbolic gesture? Or was there more to the theft?”
“And our end goal?” Kat asked.
“To find out who perpetrated the crime and what device they employed. If it could kill in such a specific and targeted manner, we need to know what we’re dealing with and who controls it.”
Grayson had remained quiet, staring at the gruesome images with more of a clinical stare. “Binary poison,” he finally mumbled.
Painter glanced to the man. Their eyes matched, mirroring each other, both a stormy blue.
“What was that?” Monk asked.
“The deaths,” Grayson said, turning to him. “They were not triggered by a single event. The cause had to be twofold, requiring an intrinsic and extrinsic factor. The device—the extrinsic factor—triggered the mass seizure. But only those who had participated in the Communion service responded. So there must be an intrinsic factor as yet unknown.”
Grayson turned back to Painter. “Was any wine passed out during the service?”
“Only to a handful of the parishioners. But they also consumed the Communion bread.” Painter waited, watching the strange gears shift in the man’s head, seeing him come to a conclusion that had taken experts even longer to reach. There was a reason beyond brawn and reflex for why Grayson had caught Painter’s eye.
“The Communion bread must have been poisoned,” Grayson said. “There is no other explanation. Something was intrinsically seeded into the victims through the consumption of the hosts. Once contaminated, they were susceptible to whatever force was generated by the device.” Grayson’s eyes met Painter’s again. “Were the host wafers examined for any contamination?”
“There was not enough left in the victims’ stomach contents to analyze properly, but there were wafers left over from the service. They were sent to labs throughout the EU.”
“And?”
By now, the glassy fatigue had vanished from the man’s eyes, replaced by a laser-focused attention. He was plainly still competent for duty. But the test was not over.
“Nothing was found,” Painter continued. “All analyses showed nothing but wheat flour, water, and the usual bakery ingredients for making unleavened bread wafers.”
The crease deepened between Grayson’s brows. “That’s impossible.”
Painter heard the stubborn edge to his voice, almost belligerent. The man remained firmly confident in his assessment.
“There must be something,” Grayson pressed.
“Labs at DARPA were also consulted. Their results were the same.”
“They were wrong.”
Monk reached out a restraining arm.
Kat crossed her arms, settled on the matter. “Then there must be another explanation for—”
“Bullshit,” Grayson said, cutting her off. “The labs were all wrong.”
Painter restrained a smile. Here was the leader waiting to come out in the man: sharp of mind, doggedly confident, willing to listen but not easily swayed once his mind was set.
“You’re right,” Painter finally said.
While Monk’s and Kat’s eyes widened in surprise, Grayson merely leaned back in his seat.
“Our labs here did find something.”
“What?”
“They carbonized the sample down to its component parts and separated out all the organic components. They then removed each trace element as the mass spectrometer measured it. But after everything was stripped away, they still had a quarter of the dry weight of the host remaining on their scales. A dry whitish powder.”
“I don’t understand,” Monk said.
Grayson explained. “The remaining powder couldn’t be detected by the analyzing equipment.”
“It was sitting on the scales, but the machines were telling the technicians nothing was there.”
“That’s impossible,” Monk said. “We have the best equipment in the world here.”
“But still they couldn’t detect it.”
“The powdery substance must be totally inert,” Grayson said.
Painter nodded. “So the lab boys here tested it further. They heated it to its melting point, 1,160 degrees. It melted and formed a clear liquid that, when the temperature dropped, hardened to form a clear amber glass. If you ground the glass in a mortar and pestle, it again formed the white powder. But in every stage it remained inert, undetectable by modern equipment.”
“What can do that?” Kat asked.
“Something we all know, but in a state that was only discovered in the last couple decades.” Painter flicked to the next picture. It showed a carbon electrode in an inert gas chamber. “One of the technicians worked at Cornell University, where this test was developed. They performed a fractional vaporization of the powder coupled with emission spectroscopy. Using an electroplating technique, they were able to get the powder to anneal back to its more common state.”