Temple shook him, and when Orlando opened his eyes—streaming with tears—he forced himself to focus on Phoebe to help ground his dislocation.
“You’re back,” she said. “Back. Just relax. Take a deep breath.”
“They killed him,” he whispered. “Just a boy, they…”
Phoebe gripped his wrist. “The boy following the Hummingbird?”
Orlando nodded gravely. “Just killed him right there.”
Temple took the pages off Orlando’s shaking hands. “This it? The way to her?”
“Yeah. I saw it all so clearly. But I’d say you have to move fast. I’m not sure how they knew the kid was coming, but if they can see him, maybe they’re sensing us too.”
“Maybe not,” Temple said, as he used his PDA to snap digital pictures of the pages. He tapped a few keys, and the image appeared on the main screen, the pages merged. “Let’s hope not at least. But with this diagram, hopefully we can get in and get her out, quick.”
“There was something else,” Orlando said, getting up. He touched the screen. “At this point, there was something strange. Everything got all blue again, but I swear I saw some kind of bald monk coming out of a hidden recess and touching the boy. Almost as if he knew…”
“What?” Phoebe stared hard at him.
“Knew maybe that the child was going to die. Not sure what he did, but…”
“Blue,” whispered Phoebe. “So this monk guy, he was a shield too. One of the terrorists?”
Temple shook his head. “Bald’s not their style.”
“Then who?”
“Not sure,” he said. “But anyway, we’re landing.”
“Okay,” Orlando said, breathing more relaxed now. “So me and Phoebe can just hang out in the plane while you guys go get her, right?”
Temple smiled devilishly. “And miss out on all the fun? I have a feeling we’re going to need your skills even more down in those tunnels.”
“Come on!” Orlando said.
Phoebe grasped Orlando’s hand, and when he saw her face he sighed. “Fine, I feel like I’m kind of vested in this now. And besides, I want to see that one-eyed son of a bitch pay.”
7.
After they left Xavier, Caleb led Alexander along the side passage he had viewed before saying goodbye to his half-brother.
“We’ll see him again,” Alexander said, his voice hushed in the gloom of the narrowing passageway. Caleb felt a cool breeze brushing across his face from ahead, and knew somewhere up there was an opening to a deeper chasm, some abyss that tapped into the water table far below, with caverns and small tunnels leading to the surface, most of them too small for humans to fit through, but which provided enough ventilation to breathe. At one point, he had seen a glimpse—in the far past, or more recently, he wasn’t sure—of a line of robed figures carrying torches, descending along a narrow ledge towards a sunless sea. A dock, and Egyptian-styled boats moored against the port, waiting to take passengers to some mythical destination.
“I hope you’re right,” Caleb said, shining his light ahead, and keeping his free hand on Alexander’s shoulder, keeping him close. He couldn’t lose Alexander again. Not after finding him, not after what the boy had been through. How he’d been forced to grow up in a hurry. He thought of Genghis Khan’s tomb, and what Alexander had needed to do.
“Son…”
“Dad, don’t worry. I’m fine.”
“You know what I want to talk about. Now that Xavier’s not here, I—”
Alexander looked up at him, and the shadows draped over his face, covering his eyes. “Which thing do you want to talk about? The fact that I have two brothers I didn’t know of, that I saw Mom die, or that I… killed a man?”
Caleb stopped moving, turned toward him and dropped to a knee. He lowered the light and in the soft reddish glow off the confining sandstone walls, he looked into Alexander’s eyes, even as his own were welling with tears.
“I’m so sorry. About all this. Your mother…”
Alexander suddenly lunged forward and threw his arms around Caleb’s neck, crushing him in a desperate hug. And Caleb realized he hadn’t had a moment to grieve. Neither of them. Not since a week ago when this all began, when the fire took Lydia, and Alexander and the Tablet both were snatched from his lighthouse.
They held each other for a long time, neither saying a word until the light started to dim; Alexander pulled away, wiping the dust and the tears from his face. “Come on Dad, we’ve got to help him.”
Caleb nodded. “You’re okay?”
Alexander tried to smile. “No. But hey, we’re
“It’s why they pay us the big bucks.” Caleb stood, rubbing Alexander’s hair. “But soon, we’ll talk. About her. About Xavier and those twins. About everything.”
“How are you, Dad?”
“What?”
“Well, you just found out your old girlfriend’s still alive. And she’s pissed at you, and you’ve both got twins you didn’t know you had. Doesn’t that change things?”
“It does. And I can’t… Can’t even imagine what Nina’s going through now. To know they took her children, kept them from her.”
“From you too.”
Caleb squeezed the flashlight tighter. “But that’s it. I don’t know what they did to them. How they were raised. What they’re like.”
“I think I do,” Alexander said. “I’ve seen them a lot. Thought they were just part of my imagination. Imaginary friends to help when I was lonely. But these playmates, they were always mean to me, even in my dreams. They’re not nice.”
Caleb lowered his head. “I know. But they’re young. They haven’t been with their real parents yet.”
Alexander started walking down the shadowy corridor. “Well,” he said, “you better hope you get to make an impression before they meet their mom. Then, it’s all over.”
“Where are we?”
Alexander shined his light around like a light saber, trying to ward off the darkness. He couldn’t tell how large this chamber was, but it had to be huge. Couldn’t see the walls anymore, and the ceiling—if there was one, was way up high, beyond the reach of his beam that just faded into the hungry darkness. There was something in the center of the room, another massive block or pillar of some kind. Caleb was shining a light at it, inside a
