The Covenant of Genesis

into the ground - before detonating.

Each bomb carried three tons of high explosive. The power of the blast added to the sheer kinetic force of the impact was enough to pulverise solid rock, sending out a massive shockwave that acted like a localised earthquake.

The whole mesa shook as the ground pulsed, bulging upwards beneath the impact points before smashing back down again in two huge craters. The temple walls collapsed, the stacked archives shattering. The statue’s outstretched arm broke off and exploded into stone shrapnel as it hit the ground, the rest of the enormous figure toppling into the jungle.

But there was worse to come. A tsunami surged from the lake, sweeping away everything it touched and causing a huge swathe of the southern wall to fall. For a moment, the whole of the Garden of Eden was lit by bright daylight - before the rest of the great chamber collapsed.

Chase and Nina were almost at the exit when the subterranean shockwave blew them off their feet, a vaporous wall of compressed air surging down the tunnel and blasting them out into the open. They tumbled across the sand, the ground reverberating with more enormous impacts as the mesa fell in on itself. Nina couldn’t even hear herself scream as she curled into a ball, trying to protect her head from the noise and debris.

Finally the tumult faded.

Nina risked opening her eyes. Dust and sand swirled round her, but even through the haze she could see that the entire shape of the mesa had changed, the high walls and flat top replaced by ugly, jagged peaks and mounds of boulders.

The Garden of Eden had been destroyed.

She slumped in defeat, barely able to believe the sheer pointlessness of the devastation. The most significant archaeological find in history, to say nothing of the world-shaking anthropological revelations it had contained . . . and now it was gone, wiped from the face of the earth. Not by the wrath of God, but by the will of man. One man: Victor Dalton.

Why? She couldn’t even begin to think of a reason. Why had Dalton suddenly turned on the Covenant? How would he benefit from Eden’s destruction?

Coughing nearby. Chase. ‘Eddie?’ she called. ‘Where are you? Are you okay?’

‘Tip fuckin’ top,’ Chase grumbled, crawling to her. ‘You?’

‘I’ve . . . been better.’ She slumped against him. ‘Jesus, Eddie, this is, this is . . . I can’t even begin to describe it. Everything’s . . . it’s all gone. The greatest find ever, and it’s gone. And it’s my fault.’

‘How’s it your fault? You didn’t drop the bomb.’

‘But I gave them the target. They never would have found it without me. If I hadn’t been so obsessed, if I hadn’t been so determined to prove how goddamn great I was . . .’ She put her head in her hands, voice quavering with exhaustion - and misery. ‘Rothschild was right. And so was Sophia. And you. I was doing all this for myself, for my own glory.’

‘Yeah,’ said Chase. ‘You were.’

‘Oh, thanks, Eddie,’ Nina replied, despondency deepening.

‘But so fucking what? Why does any explorer do anything? Columbus didn’t discover America for shits and giggles - he did it for fame and fortune. And I bet Rothschild didn’t take the IHA job for the benefit of all humanity either.’ He put an arm round her shoulders. ‘At least when you go looking for this stuff, you’re doing it because you want to show it to the world, not because you want to steal all the treasure or blow everything up.’

She lifted her head. ‘What you said on the way here, about me going too far . . . do you still think that?’

He glanced back at the ruined mesa before looking into her eyes. ‘I think that, yeah, sometimes you go overboard. But other times . . . the stuff you find is worth it. You found the Garden of Eden, for Christ’s sake.’

‘And lost it again. It’s all been destroyed. And we’ve got nothing.’

‘Not all of it’s gone,’ he reminded her. ‘Sophia and Ribbsley’ve still got that head.’

‘Yeah, and they’re going to trade it with the Covenant - who’ll destroy it. And we haven’t got a chance of catching up to them.’

‘Hey, hey,’ said Chase, resting his head against hers, ‘it’s not over yet. We’re still alive, aren’t we?’ He pointed; the last of the Covenant’s Humvees was parked not far away. ‘We’ve got a ride out of here - and if it’s got a satellite phone, we can call TD and get her to pick us up.’

‘And then what?’ Nina asked gloomily. ‘We still have to find Sophia and Ribbsley. They’re probably halfway to Khartoum already, and after that we don’t even know where they’ll be going.’

Chase didn’t answer at once, but Nina could tell from the movement of his facial muscles against her head that he was smiling. ‘What?’

He leaned back, grinning. ‘I think I do . . .’

41

Switzerland

Moonlight glistened on the snow-capped peaks above the valley, the constant rumble of a waterfall rolling through the clear Alpine air.

Sophia looked over the edge of the viewing platform as the churning waters dropped away into a lake hundreds of feet below. The scenic point she had selected for the meeting was some thirty miles from Zurich, a popular tourist spot during the day, but now, at night, completely deserted. The nearest village was in the valley below, over two miles away by winding road, and past the surrounding trees she had a clear view of the route to the top of the waterfall. Nobody could approach without being seen.

‘Someone’s coming,’ said Ribbsley.

Headlights were moving along the road. ‘Is it him?’

Ribbsley watched the car through binoculars. ‘I think so.’

‘Is he alone?’

‘As far as I can tell.’

That wasn’t as much of an assurance as she would have liked, but there was certainly nobody else in sight. They had only told di Bonaventura that the meeting place would be in Switzerland that morning, and given him the exact location less than forty minutes earlier. There was still the possibility the Cardinal might try to take what they possessed by force, but with the Covenant’s forces seriously depleted, the odds of that seemed long.

Besides, she thought as she fingered the revolver in her coat pocket, the weapon having been kept in the same safe deposit box as the object she had come to Switzerland to collect, she and Ribbsley were prepared for trouble.

She stood beside him as the car got closer. At his feet was an unassuming leather case the size of a bowling bag. Inside it was the skull: the last piece of proof that an intelligent, but non-human, civilization had existed on the earth before man. In whose hands it ended up depended entirely on whether di Bonaventura was good to his word.

The car, a sleek silver Mercedes, turned on to the short spur leading to the beauty spot and stopped beside Ribbsley’s rented BMW. Di Bonaventura stepped out. He was alone.

The Cardinal approached them, giving Ribbsley a baleful look. ‘Gabriel.’

‘I’m sorry this means the end of our friendship, Jonas,’ said Ribbsley, ‘but it isn’t the first time a woman has come between two men.’

‘Perhaps so. But that woman, Gabriel? You know what she has done.’

‘I believe that sins are traditionally forgiven upon death. And officially at least, Sophia Blackwood is dead. With the Covenant’s help, we can ensure nobody ever knows that’s not the case.’

Di Bonaventura regarded Sophia sourly. ‘There is one quick and simple way to make certain of that.’

‘Our way is better for everyone,’ said Sophia, sliding the gun from her pocket and making sure di Bonaventura saw it. ‘Except Victor Dalton, of course.’

‘You have it?’ asked the Cardinal.

She took something from another pocket and held it up: a small white plastic stick. A flash drive. ‘Video proof