your impetuousness, we have lost our only advantage. Not only did you divulge the fact that we know their identities, but you foolishly disclosed the information given to us by the now deceased Mr Hopkins.’
‘Look, I don’t know about you, but I’m sick and tired of being hunted down like a defenceless animal. And while you might not give a rat’s patootie, I want to know why Colonel MacFarlane ordered Eliot Hopkins to kill us.’
‘The answer to that is patently obvious. MacFarlane intended to create yet another subterfuge that would disguise his intentions.’ As he spoke, C?dmon sat down beside her. ‘The first part of the plan was to have Hopkins kill us. At which point, I suspect, the unwitting museum director would have been forced to put the gun to his own head and pull the trigger.’
Raising a hand to her head, Edie rubbed her temples, grateful she still had a temple to rub.
‘This is insane. All of it. Eliot Hopkins pulled a gun on us. And when he didn’t shoot us straightaway, they killed him. That makes two men killed before my very eyes in as many days. And they would have killed us if we hadn’t slogged across that creek.’ Raising her arms, she gestured to the park. ‘So, now what? I ask because this doesn’t seem like much of a plan.’
‘I agree that we need to take a more proactive approach.’
‘Proactive? As in going on the offensive?’
‘If you like.’
A noticeable pause ensued, C?dmon refusing to elaborate.
‘Just how are we going to pull that off?’ Edie prodded.
‘We know that Colonel MacFarlane is going after the Ark of the Covenant. And, assuming that Eliot Hopkins spoke the truth, I know where MacFarlane and his gang of cut-throats will be searching.’
Again, C?dmon failed to elaborate, forcing Edie to push him a bit harder. ‘So where are they going to put shovel to dirt?’
One side of C?dmon’s mouth lifted in a bemused half-smile.
‘Of all places, England.’
30
‘We’re talking about a big island. Where exactly in England might the Ark of the Covenant be hidden?’
‘The “where exactly” is a bit thorny,’ C?dmon replied in response to Edie’s question. ‘If you recall, Eliot Hopkins spoke of an English crusader who supposedly discovered a gold chest on the Plain of Esdraelon. He was referring to one Galen of Godmersham, a younger son who, like so many younger sons, went to the Holy Land to seek the fortune denied him by the circumstance of his birth.’
‘And did he find his fortune?’
‘Indeed, he did, returning to England in 1286 an extremely wealthy man. For centuries whispers and rumours rattled about, some claiming that Galen had uncovered the Spear of Longinus, others claiming he had found Veronica’s Veil.’ Leaning close enough to brush shoulders, he said in a lowered tone, ‘And then there are those who believe that not only did Galen of Godmersham discover the Ark of the Covenant, but that he transported the Ark to his home in Kent, whereupon he promptly buried the holy relic. Admittedly, there’s scant evidence for the theory, although that hasn’t stopped a legion of treasure hunters from pockmarking the environs of Godmersham.’
‘Come on, C?dmon. Even you have to admit the idea of some English knight just happening upon the Ark of the Covenant is hard to swallow.’
‘With your own eyes, you saw the sacred Stones of Fire. If the breastplate exists, why not the Ark?’
‘Maybe I don’t want the Ark to exist,’ she answered with her trademark candour. ‘If what you say is even partially true, the implications are immense. History altering, in fact.’
‘Do you think that hasn’t crossed my mind?’
‘Has this thought crossed your mind? Right now, you’ve got nothing more solid than a rumour about some old knight. Lesson of the day? One crazy rumour does not a fact make.’
‘It’s thin, I admit, but many an extraordinary discovery has been made by men labelled hare-brained. Most thought Schliemann mad when he went searching for Troy with only a battered copy of Homer as his guide.’
Edie snickered, her breath condensing in the chill air. ‘Yeah, well, you know what they say about mad dogs and Englishmen.’
‘In defence of my countrymen, I should point out that Heinrich Schliemann was German,’ C?dmon retorted, the argument having degenerated into petty tit-for-tat. ‘Since the Bible makes no mention of the Ark being destroyed, we must assume that it still exists. While biblical scholars have long denied the rumours regarding Galen of Godmersham, there is a scholar at Oxford, a man by the name of Sir Kenneth Campbell-Brown, who has devoted his life to studying the thirteenth-century English crusaders. If there is any credence to the notion of an English knight discovering a gold chest on the Plain of Esdraelon, Sir Kenneth would certainly know of it. And given all that has transpired in the last twenty-four hours, we must accept Eliot Hopkins’ premise as a viable possibility.’
Folding her arms over her chest, Edie stubbornly shook her head. ‘What we need to do is contact the IARC. The FBI. Somebody. Anybody. And let them know what’s happening.’
‘And what precisely would you tell the authorities?’ he countered. ‘That a murder occurred at the Hopkins Museum for which there is no body? Or perhaps we could regale the local constabulary with the tale of the fabled Stones of Fire? Given that the relic disappeared several millennia ago, I somehow doubt the police will believe that the relic was stolen from the aforementioned non-existent corpse. In fact, if not for the dead man at the zoo, whose murder they will most assuredly accuse you of having committed, the police would label you a lunatic.’
‘I could take a lie-detector test.’
‘And if your heart rate accelerated but a notch, your fate would be sealed.’
Edie unfolded her arms, the wind dying in her sails. ‘You could go to the —’
‘If I come forward with my suspicions regarding the Stones of Fire or the Ark of the Covenant, my motives would immediately be suspect, the chaps at the FBI no doubt believing it a publicity stunt to increase my book sales.’
‘So, what are you saying — that our hands are tied?’
‘Most certainly not. We know that Colonel MacFarlane and his men are searching for the Ark of the Covenant. Furthermore, we have reason to believe that they’ll be searching for it in England.’
‘Oh, you have got to be kidding!’ Edie exclaimed, realization dawning. ‘You’re not really suggesting that we go to England and track down Stanford MacFarlane and his goons.’
‘Rest assured, I do not expect you to come.’
‘Ouch! That hurts,’ she retorted, taking offence where none was intended. ‘Going to England in pursuit of the Ark of the Covenant is big. Huge. You’ve given this — what? — about thirty seconds of thought before making a decision.’
‘If you’re accusing me of being rash, nothing could be further from the truth.’
‘Then how’s this for rash? Have you thought about how you’re going to pay for this little junket? As soon as you whip out a credit card, MacFarlane will be on to you like ugly on an alligator.’
‘I agree that electronic transactions can easily be traced.’ He cleared his throat. Knowing there was but one way to clear the hurdle, he charged forward. ‘Which is why I thought to ask you for a loan.’ When Edie looked at him askance, he added, ‘I’m good for it, as you Yanks are wont to say.’
‘Well, here’s another phrase we Yanks are wont to say — “My way or the highway.” Meaning you take me with you or you don’t see a dime of my money.’
No sooner was the ultimatum delivered than an invisible Maginot Line loomed between them. Ignoring him, Edie reached into the now wet Starbucks bag and removed a hazelnut biscotti. Behaving as though he didn’t exist, she loudly bit into it.
‘Why the sudden interest in pursuing my “crazy” theory?’ he asked, if for no other reason than to break the unnerving silence.
‘I have my reasons. Look, I’m good with details. And let’s not forget the old adage about two heads being better than just the one.’
‘Honestly, Edie, I don’t think that —’
