Gnosis

Somebody made it happen.”

“Had to be an outsider.”

“You mean, not someone in Eli’s congregation?”

“No. I mean someone from outside of this area.”

“Why would a stranger want to set Eli up?”

“That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?”

“Has anyone you’re familiar with died within the past three weeks? Maybe someone Eli knew? A friend of his from the old days, or a former member of his congregation?”

“Why are you asking me a question like that?”

“Because Eli told me the answer to this mystery could be found in the Herald’s obituary section. We’ve checked out the backgrounds of everyone who died within the time frame given to us by Eli and we’ve come up empty.”

“To be honest with you, I rarely read the newspaper anymore. Occasionally, I’ll look at the Sports Section, but that’s about it.”

Dantzler thought for a few moments, then said, “The last time I visited Eli, right before I left, he said something strange. He said, ‘think of Jesus’s empty tomb.’ Do you have any idea what he might have meant?”

“I don’t know. Could be he was telling you his prison cell-his tomb-will be empty after this nightmare ends.”

“You could be right.”

“You don’t sound convinced,” Tommy said.

“I think Eli was trying to direct me down a path leading to the truth. My problem is, I can’t seem to find that path.”

“My father is innocent, Detective Dantzler. That much you can be sure of.”

Dantzler stood, took a card from his coat pocket, and handed it to Tommy. “If you think of anything that might be helpful, call me at either of those numbers. Anytime, day or night.”

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell Rachel about the drinking,” Tommy said. “I’ve disappointed her enough times already.”

“She’s not concerned about you disappointing her,” Dantzler said, stepping outside. “Her only concern is that you keep disappointing yourself.”

“Yeah, well, maybe tomorrow will be the day,” Tommy said, lowering his eyes. “The day when an angel of the Lord opens the Seal and all answers are revealed, all tribulations are laid to rest, and all nightmares come to an end.”

“That’s a nice thought, Tommy. But until the angel shows up, you need to take better care of yourself. Stop drinking and get some help. You’re the only one who can end your nightmare.”

Those were words Dantzler had said a hundred times to his uncle Tommy. They hadn’t worked with him, and they wouldn’t work with Tommy Whitehouse. Both men were not only haunted and tragic, they were doomed.

*****

As Dantzler climbed into his Forester, he was unaware of the white Toyota Camry parked on the opposite side of the street a half-block away from Tommy Whitehouse’s duplex. Dantzler had no reason to notice the car or the man sitting low behind the steering wheel, his blue eyes partially covered by a black baseball cap. Had Dantzler seen the man, he would not have known him. The two had never met, never been in the presence of each other. In all likelihood, had Dantzler noticed the man, he would have tabbed him as one of the locals who lived in the neighborhood. Most likely a patient father waiting for his wife and kids to join him. He would have been wrong.

The man was a cold-blooded killer.

But Dantzler was not aware of this as he slowly drove away from Tommy’s duplex. His thoughts were elsewhere, trapped between the sadness he felt for Tommy Whitehouse and his frustration with Eli’s continuing silence. After turning left onto Redding Road, unable to shake his dark mood, he glanced up at his rear-view mirror.

Only one other car in sight.

A white Toyota Camry.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

For more than four hours, from five p.m. until a little past nine, Dantzler read the Bible. New Testament, the four gospels. But unlike his previous reading, when he concentrated solely on the section detailing the women discovering Jesus’s empty tomb, this time he did a complete reading of the four books. He did, however, make one slight swerve from standard procedure. Knowing most biblical scholars are in agreement that Mark’s account was the first gospel written, he began with that one. Next, he read Matthew and Luke, followed by John’s very late gospel, which scholars estimate may have been written more than a half-century after Jesus’s death.

Finished, he looked at the yellow legal pad on the table next to the Bible. It was blank, not a single notation. This came as no surprise. He hadn’t really expected to learn anything from this most recent reading that he didn’t already know, and he hadn’t. Think of Jesus’s empty tomb was as much a mystery to him now as it had been for those frightened women two-thousand years ago.

Nothing he found was going to move Eli’s case forward one inch.

Dantzler closed the Bible, went into the kitchen, and mixed a Pernod and orange juice. He took a couple of sips, thought about getting something to eat, maybe ordering Chinese, but decided it was too late for a big meal. Alcohol would have to suffice for now.

When he came back into the den, he was surprised to see Laurie standing by the door, a single key dangling from a silver ring. “You’re quieter than a damn cat burglar,” he said, sitting at the table.

“Have the guts of a cat burglar, too.”

“You keep sneaking in here like this and you’ll be dead as a cat burglar.”

“Do cat burglars have nine lives?”

“Keep this up and you’ll find out.”

She walked to the table, picked up his glass, and sniffed. “Yuck, that is disgusting. How can you stand to drink this nasty stuff?”

“How can you not?”

“Easy.” Laurie looked at the Bible resting on the table. “What’s with the Bible study?”

“I’m thinking of joining the ministry.”

“Bad idea.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Doesn’t suit you. You were born to put bad guys away, not save bad guys’ souls.”

“I was born to play tennis.”

“And now look at you-a Bible-reading Homicide dick.” She sat, dropped the key into her purse, said, “Learn anything new?”

“Nothing that will help me solve Eli’s mystery.”

“How inconsiderate of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John to leave the great Jack Dantzler dangling. To make his life more difficult.”

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

“Well, those guys had their own mystery to solve.” Laurie pulled the Bible closer to her and opened it. “Would you read the Bible if you didn’t think it might help you solve a case?”

“I never read the Bible. I study it. More than you might think.”

“Do you believe in God?”

“Eli asked me the same question.”

“And your response?”