had been sifting through the printouts for the past ten minutes. Rosauro glanced back at them from the driver's seat. Kowalski sulked in the passenger seat with his arms stubbornly crossed.
Luca stirred behind them and leaned forward to listen.
Hayden explained, Your father spent the past decade collecting and comparing
DNA samples from the most promising yogis and mystics of India. He traveled far and wide, from north to south. He collated reams of data, cross-referenced genetic code. He ran a statistical model analyzing mental ability versus genetic variance.
He tested Luca's people, too, Elizabeth said.
The Gypsy made a noise of agreement.
Because they rose from the Punjab region, Hayden said.
Why is that important? Gray asked.
Let me show you. The professor searched the stack for half a minute, then pulled out one sheet. Your father, Elizabeth, was a true genius, vastly underappreciated by his peers. He was able to pinpoint three genes that seemed to be common to those who showed the strongest traits. Like many scientific breakthroughs, such a discovery was equal parts brilliance and luck. He came upon these genes when he noted that many of the most talented individuals seemed to show signs of autism in varying degrees.
Autism? Elizabeth asked. Why autism?
Because the debilitating mental condition, while compromising social functioning, can often produce some astounding savant abilities. Hayden patted her knee. Did you know that many of the key figures in history displayed autistic tendencies?
Elizabeth shook her head.
He ticked names off, using his fingers. In the arts, that included
Michelangelo, Jane Austen, Emily Dickinson, along with Beethoven and Mozart. In science, you have Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein, and Isaac Newton. In politics,
Thomas Jefferson. Even Nostradamus was believed to be autistic to some degree.
Nostradamus? Gray asked. The French astrologer?
Hayden nodded. Such individuals have changed history, improved mankind, moved us forward. There's a line Archibald loved to quote. From Dr. Temple Grandin, a bestselling writer with autism. 'If by some magic, autism had been eradicated from the face of the earth, then men would still be socializing in front of a wood fire at the entrance to a cave.' And I believe she was right.
And my father?
Most definitely. Your father came to believe that there was a direct connection between autism and his own studies into intuition and presentiment.
And he found this connection? Gray said.
The professor sighed. While we don't know the exact cause for autism, most scientists agree that there are ten different genes that potentially contribute to the appearance of the condition. So Archibald ran these ten genes through his statistical model and discovered three of these genes were common among all those with high talent. It was the breakthrough he had been looking for. With these three genetic markers, he began to trace geographically the frequency of these markers in the general population. He came up with a map.
The professor passed Elizabeth the sheet of paper on his lap. It was a map of
India. Across the breadth of it were hundreds of small dots.
Elizabeth studied it, then handed it to Gray.
Hayden explained, Each dot represents an individual bearing the genetic marker.
But if you look closely, you'll see how many dots appear around major cities, like Delhi and Mumbai. Which only makes sense, since there are many people living in those cities.
But what about up here? Gray asked and pointed toward the north.
Elizabeth knew what Gray was asking about. A large number of dots more than anywhere else clustered to the north, where no major city was marked.
Exactly. Archibald wondered the same. Hayden took the map back and tapped the cluster to the north. He concentrated the last three years of his life in that area. He sought to discover why this dense cluster appears up there.
What's there? she asked.
The Punjab. The answer came from behind Elizabeth. From Luca Hearn. The original homeland of the Romani.
Indeed. It is why Archibald contacted the Gypsy clans in Europe and the United
States. He found it rather coincidental that such a rich history of prophecy and fortune-telling would arise from the same spot and spread to Europe and beyond.
He sought to see if his genetic marker could be found among the Gypsies.
Was it? Elizabeth posed the question to both Hayden and Luca.
Hayden answered, Yes, but not in the concentrations he was suspecting. It disappointed your father.
Luca made a noncommittal noise.
She turned to him. What?
There was a reason, Luca said.
Gray twisted around. What do you mean?
It was why we hired Dr. Polk.
Elizabeth remembered that the Gypsy clan leader had never fully elaborated on the matter. He'd started to explain on the airplane, but they had been interrupted.
As I told you before, Dr. Polk sought to collect blood samples from our most gifted chovihanis. Not fakers, but real seers. But there were few among us who still met this criteria.
Why?
Because the heart of our people was stolen from us.
Slowly and in a grim voice, Luca continued, telling a tale of a deep secret among his clans, one that went back centuries. The secret concerned one clan among all the others, one that was most cherished. It was forbidden even to speak of them to gadje, to outsiders. The clan was kept separate, hidden, protected by the other clans. It was the true source of the Gypsies' heritage of prophecy. On rare occasions, some of these chovihanis would move and live among the other clans, sharing their talents, taking husbands or wives. But mostly they remained insular and apart. Then nearly fifty years ago, the clan was discovered. Every man and woman was slaughtered, butchered, and buried in a shallow, frozen grave.
Luca's words grew especially bitter. Only in that mass grave, there were no bones of any children.
Elizabeth understood the impact. Someone took them.
We never discovered who but we never stopped looking. We had hoped that Dr.
Polk with his new way of tracking by DNA might find a trail that had long gone cold.
Was he successful? Elizabeth asked.
Luca shook his head. Not that he ever revealed. He did send one odd query a few months ago. He wanted to know more about our status as untouchables, the casteless of India.
Elizabeth didn't know what that meant. She glanced to Hayden, but the professor shrugged. Still, she noted something in his expression, a narrowing of his eyes.
He knew something.
But instead of explaining, he marked a small x on the map with his pen.
What's that? Elizabeth asked, noting how it lay in the middle of the cluster of dots in the Punjab region.
It's where we must go next if we want answers.
And where's that? Gray pressed.
To the place where Archibald vanished.
11
September 6, 5:38 P. M.
Pripyat, Ukraine
Nicolas crossed through the ghost town's amusement park.
