The two sat silently.
A knock at the door, and Gianetta stood waiting. Blaney turned and nodded to her. She stepped aside. A moment later, Ivo’s little head appeared in the doorway.
For the second time in the last five minutes, Pearse slowly sat back, stunned.
With a little prodding, Ivo moved into the room, Mendravic directly behind him. Two guards remained by the door.
“The woman is upstairs,” said Blaney.
Pearse stared at the little face. Ivo looked slightly confused; as ever, though, he was holding his own.
“Hi, Ian,” he said.
Pearse tried to focus. “Hi, Ivi.”
“I took a plane trip,” said Ivo, his hand now locked in Mendravic’s.
Pearse nodded. “That sounds great.” He waited for the little nod. He then turned to Blaney. The words almost caught in his throat. “You knew all along, didn’t you? Even before I went back to seminary?” Blaney said nothing.
“You knew about them, and you said nothing.” Pearse had never felt such a rush of violence. “A year and a half? This goes back a lot further than that.”
“There are things going on here-”
“That I don’t understand. Yes. You’ve said that.”
“Did you want me to let von Neurath’s men find them?”
“You turned my son into one of you.” Pearse was having trouble stifling his anger. “What? You couldn’t find someone else who knew how to play with the scrolls? Who knew how to decipher the cryptograms? Or was it just that you knew you could use the two of them to keep me in line? Just in case.”
“Ian-”
“Let me see her,” said Pearse.
Blaney remained silent.
“I need to see that she’s okay.”
“When I have the ‘Hodoporia.’”
Pearse waited. “Still protecting me? Them?” He continued to stare at Blaney. He then stood. The guards inched farther into the room. Pearse ignored them. “You want your scroll, I’ll need half an hour.”
“I think we can send some of my men.”
Pearse shook his head. “I don’t need you ‘protecting’ the person who’s got it. You want the ‘Hodoporia,’ you let me go.” He glanced at Ivo, then back to Blaney. “You’ve made sure I’ll be coming back.”
Blaney thought for a moment. “All right. But you’ll take my men along with you. Just to make sure you come back alone.”
Rather than answering, Pearse stepped over to Ivo and crouched by his side.
He tried a smile. “Was the plane fun?”
“My ears hurt for a while.”
“That happens to me, too. A little gum usually helps.”
“Mommy doesn’t let me chew gum.”
“I guess I’ll have to talk to Mommy about that, won’t I?”
Ivo smiled. “Mommy said … she said it wasn’t my fault what happened yesterday.”
“And she was right, Ivi. None of that had anything to do with you. I promise.”
He nodded. Then, in a whisper, he added, “She said it wasn’t your fault, either.”
Pearse reached out and gently pulled Ivo in close. At once, the little arms squeezed around his shoulders, the tiny cheek buried in his neck. The boy released. It took Pearse a moment longer to let go. He turned to Blaney.
“I’ll bring it to you, but then the boy and the woman go with me. And you leave us alone. I don’t care what you do with it.”
“You know me better than that, Ian.”
“No, I don’t.” He stared for a moment, then turned to Ivo. “I have to go for a little while, Ivi, but I’ll be back soon. You take care of Mommy, okay?” Another nod. Pearse winked, then stood. He moved past Mendravic. He couldn’t bring himself to look at the man.
Without acknowledging either guard, Pearse stepped through the doorway.
Two minutes later, all three were on the street, making their way to a Jaguar parked at the curb. The first man reached out to open the door, Pearse ducking his head to get in.
He was halfway there when he was suddenly pushed to the floor of the car. He tried to get up but was held immobile for perhaps fifteen seconds before being pulled back, the grip on his arm unbelievably strong. Outside the car, he saw the guards lying flat on the pavement, unconscious, two men in yellow boots standing over them. The sound of screeching wheels brought his focus to the road as a sedan drew up behind the Jag. Before he knew what was happening, Pearse found himself shuttled into its backseat, thick tinted glass all around him. The door slammed shut. The car pulled away.
Alone, Pearse sat stunned.
“That still doesn’t explain why you’re here,” said von Neurath. “It’s not the best timing.”
Seated across from him, the contessa stared in silence. He was strangely less imposing tucked behind his desk, deep within his bunker. He seemed much smaller by contrast, a man in need of protection. Hardly the image of a Manichaean Pope with the “Hodoporia” at his fingertips. Or maybe that was just what she wanted to see.
The stark quality of the
The Catholic church at its most desperate, she had thought. Where was the accompanying titillation she had always expected?
“Watching Harris die and seeing Stefan pull the trigger?” she answered. “You don’t think that’s sufficient reason to pay you a visit?”
It was now von Neurath who took a moment. “I wasn’t aware you were there.”
“Well, then it looks like we’re all full of surprises, doesn’t it?”
He poured himself a glass of water. “You should know, the response has been extraordinary. Even in the last hour. Amazing how five hundred years of contention can melt away when the Devil himself makes an appearance.”
“I didn’t realize your aspirations were so high.”
He laughed. “You’ve got it backward, Contessa. I’m going to be their savior. The father of a new church that recognizes the need for a unified front against our common enemy. The message is already going out as we speak.”
“Everything according to plan.”
“Don’t sound so derisive. You’re hardly the innocent.”
“We’re not talking about me.”
For several seconds, von Neurath didn’t answer. “What are you really here about? I can’t imagine the loss of a lover would matter that much to a woman of your … stature. Or is it the fact that it was two in one day? My condolences.”
“Ever the gentleman, Erich. And no, it doesn’t matter to me in the slightest.”
“Then why come here? It only draws attention. As I said, not the best timing.”
“It might not be the best timing for many things.”
Silence. “Harris is already being touted as a martyr,” he continued. “He’s proving far more useful to us dead than alive. The ground swell is enormous. You made a very good choice there.”
“Did I?” She let the question sit. “I think we both know I didn’t have anything to do with that. At least not according to the late colonel. He wanted me to send on his congratulations, thank you for everything you’ve done.” She waited. “Was he meant to be some sort of distraction? Keep me preoccupied while you ascended the
