to person, checking IDs, running laser fingerprint scans, and reporting back to Moshe. He wasn’t going to be burned twice.
After dinner, Ariella took a brief nap and was up again at midnight. She drove alone in a jeep to the dig and found her father checking on the staff’s progress. Lev was standing next to Leo and Daniel at the edge of one of the trenches, looking at a diagram of the site, and work around the excavation was now at a fever pitch. The floodlights created an oasis of light in the middle of a sea of sand as the sound of the generators and the backhoe working nearby made it impossible to speak in a normal tone and the staff had to shout to be heard.
“Where’s John?”
Lev cupped a hand over one ear. “What?”
Ariella raised her voice a few degrees. “I said, where’s John?”
“Oh. He’s asleep back at the camp. We didn’t want to wake him. Some of us need to be fresh for the next shift.”
In the darkness of his tent, John awoke and fumbled for his shirt and pants. He stretched, laced up his boots, and grabbed his backpack. Standing outside, he paused to breathe in the cool desert air while gazing up into the black sky overhead. He marveled at the sheer numbers of brilliant stars above. The night seemed especially full of stars in this part of the world. He looked around the camp at the remaining embers from the bonfire and thought of coffee. The mess tent was dark, so he decided to head out on foot in the direction of the lights at the excavation site in the distance.
Walking out into the desert, John stumbled along in the darkness, mindful of the numerous holes and crevices he had seen during the day and wishing he had remembered to bring a flashlight. He was halfway to his destination when he first heard the sound.
A low, guttural growl flashed from out of the darkness. Raised on a ranch, John knew the sound was not the usual snarl of any carnivore he had ever heard before. He quickened his pace. The growling seemed to follow him. It was almost directly behind him as he looked over his shoulder and began to run toward the floodlights. He could see nothing in the darkness around him as he ran as fast as he could over the uneven terrain, but the growling was louder and getting closer. He could almost feel the warm breath of exhalation on his neck as his boot caught on a rock and he stumbled forward.
He landed in a shallow rock-strewn hole and lay motionless in the sand as the snarling seemed to come from all directions. John lifted up to his knees and spun around in a circle in a frantic attempt to locate the predator. His heart was pounding, and his breathing was coming in short shallow gasps.
He picked up a rock and clenched it in his hand. Peering in the direction of the lights in the distance, he realized no one knew he was out here in the dark all alone.
The snarling and growling grew even louder as he raised his head a few inches above the edge of the crevice. The distant lights of the camp were suddenly blotted out by something in the darkness. A shape. Something was definitely there.
He ducked back down into the shallow depression and lay on his back, staring at the stars. The brick in the backpack dug into his skin as he fought to control his fear. Any moment now, the thing out there would be on him. A bright light suddenly flashed in his face.
“What are you doing down there in that hole with that rock?” It was Alon, his flashlight shining in John’s face. “And where’s your security escort?”
“I didn’t know I needed one.”
“You do now. New rule. We had a security breech yesterday, and if you leave camp, you have to have an escort for your own safety.”
John stood up and brushed the sand from his shirt. “Did you hear an animal growling out here?”
“No. I still want to know what you were doing in that hole.”
“I tripped. How did you know I was out here?”
“The security post back in camp saw you leave and radioed me you were on your way to the excavation site.”
John was starting to wonder if he had imagined it all. “I’m sure I heard an animal growling.”
“I don’t know of any big animals out here in the desert. Nothing for them to eat. Come on. I’ll take you to the dig. We’ll have some coffee. Our guys brought some Starbucks. I love that stuff, especially the Italian roast.”
They were walking toward the lights when a geyser of dust shot up into the air from the center of the excavation. Alon and John could hear shouting and see people running toward the cloud of dust hanging over the site while their radios came to life with a constant stream of excited chatter. The lights of the camp behind them began coming on one by one, providing even more evidence that something big had happened. Alon and John began to run.
John was trying to keep up with the former Special Forces soldier who was shouting into his radio and rapidly leaving him behind. “What is it Alon? What’s happened?”
“The backhoe just disappeared into the ground. Come on. We need to hurry. Someone might be hurt.”
Arriving at the dig, they saw a large group of people standing back from a huge hole in the ground that had just opened up and completely swallowed the backhoe and its operator. The piercing lights of the backhoe could be seen shooting skyward, resembling searchlights at a grand opening, while the sound of the diesel motor could still be heard revving wildly below.
Lev was shouting commands to the staff as he moved to the edge of the hole and stared down in horror at the wreckage of the backhoe. “We need to get down there. Now!”
Daniel grabbed his arm. “Careful, Professor. The sides of that crater are still unstable and might cave in.”
Lev stepped back from the rim and motioned to Alon. “Call the chopper. Tell them to hover overhead and lower someone down there. We’ve got to see if that man is still alive and get him out.”
“Yes, sir, I’m calling them now.”
The group stood by helplessly as they heard the sound of the helicopter’s turbines in the distance run from a whine to a full-throttled chop before lifting into the air. Within seconds, the chopper was overhead, and a staff paramedic was rappelling down a rope into the void. Leo could feel nothing but overwhelming admiration at the efficiency of the Israeli-trained men and women as they pulled together when danger presented itself.
Although they could see the lights from the backhoe, they could not get close enough to the edge to see if the driver was moving.
A yellow rescue stretcher was lowered into the large pit, and after several tense minutes, they saw the backhoe operator being winched into the chopper along with the paramedic. When they were safely onboard, the helicopter tilted sideways in an arc and flew the short distance back to camp where the man would be taken to the medical tent.
Alon walked over and stood next to Lev. “I just heard over the radio that the operator of the backhoe had some deep cuts and a few broken bones, but they think he’ll live. They’re going to stabilize him and then fly him to Jerusalem.”
“Thanks, Alon. Praise God the man is alive.”
John stood back from the rim and peered down at the twisted shape of the now-silent backhoe, its lights still pointing eerily skyward. “That’s one big hole in the ground.”
Ariella stood beside him. “This is probably the subsurface anomaly we saw with the ground-penetrating radar yesterday. There’s probably some sort of cavern under us.”
“Let’s get everyone back away from this area right now,” Lev said. “This whole region is obviously unstable. We’re going to have to approach our excavation in a whole new way. We’ll have to wait for daylight to resume operations.”
Two hours later, a small pool of light framed a patch of desert sand outside the entrance to the communications tent, where the group had gathered back in camp. Everything had been moved away from the gaping hole in the ground, and the exhausted group was sitting quietly inside, contemplating sleep, when one of the sentries ran into the room. “Look outside!”
Leo jumped to his feet. “What is it?”
“You’ve got to see this for yourselves.”
The group hurried outside, where they beheld a sight in the distance that would remain with them for the
