“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. 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 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, transmuted 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.”
“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.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.
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, passing 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 goddamn 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 sunglasses to her forehead. “You just need some breakfast,” she assured 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 passing 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.