“Larry, God rest his soul, pushed the envelope. Obviously he was a busy man. He knew something was happening and he chose to Lone Ranger it. That was his mistake. The people who have those flash drives? They’re the ones who killed Larry.”
She and Cassiopeia stared at each other. Finally she said, “Green.”
“Looks like we’ve found a winner for the who’s-a-traitor contest.”
“Then have him arrested,” she said.
Daniels shook his head. “We need more. Article Three, Section Three, of the Constitution is real clear. Treason against the United States is giving aid and comfort to the enemy. The people who want me dead are our enemy. But no one can be convicted of treason except on the testimony of two witnesses to the same overt act. We need more.”
“I guess you could take that flight to Afghanistan and, after your plane is blown from the sky, we’ll have our overt act. Cassiopeia and I can be the two witnesses.”
“That’s a good one, Stephanie. Okay. You were bait. But I had your back covered.”
“So nice of you.”
“You can’t flush birds from the bushes without a good dog. And shooting before that happens is a waste of pellets.”
She understood. She’d ordered the same thing herself, many times.
“What do you want us to do?”
The resignation in her voice rang clear.
“See Brent Green.”
MALONE STARED AT A PUZZLING SIGHT. THE DOOR FROM THE church opened into what was the face of the mountain. Ahead lay a rectangular hall about fifty feet wide and that much deep. Dimly lit with silver sconces, the granite walls shone mirror-smooth, the floor another handsome mosaic, the ceiling decorated with borders and arabesques of red and brown. On the opposite side of the room stood six rows of gray-and-black-marbled pillars bound with primrose bands. Seven doorways opened between the pillars, each a dark maw. Above each portal was a Roman letter-V S O V O D A. Above the lettering was another biblical passage. From Revelation. In Latin.
He translated out loud.
“Weep not: behold the lion of the tribe of Judah hath prevailed to open the book and loosen the seven seals thereof.”
He heard footsteps echoing from beyond the doorways. From which one was impossible to say.
“McCollum’s in there,” Pam said. “But where?”
He walked to one of the doorways and entered. Inside, a tunnel penetrated the rock, more low-wattage sconces every twenty feet. He glanced into the adjacent opening, which also led into the mountain, only through a different tunnel.
“This is interesting. Another test. Seven possible ways to go.” He dropped the pack from his shoulders. “What happened to the days when you just got a library card?”
“Probably went the same place as leaving a plane only when it lands.”
He grinned. “You actually did good on that jump.”
“Don’t remind me.”
He stared at the seven doorways.
“You knew McCollum would act, didn’t you? That’s why you let him go with that Guardian.”
“He didn’t come for the intellectual experience. And he’s no treasure hunter. That man’s a pro.”
“Just like that lawyer I dated was more than a lawyer.”
“The Israelis played you. Don’t feel bad. They played me, too.”
“You think this was all a setup?”
He shook his head. “More manipulation. We got Gary back too easy. What if I was meant to kill those kidnappers? Then when I went after George, they’d simply follow. Of course you were there and the Israelis were tracking. So they made sure I took you with me by spooking me in the airport and in the hotel. All makes sense. That way the Israelis kill George and they’re done. Whoever kidnapped Gary links up with us to find this. Which means the kidnappers have a far different agenda from the Israelis.”
“You think McCollum took Gary?”
“Him, or at least whoever he works for.”
“So what do we do?”
He fished the spare magazines for his gun from the pack and stuffed them into his fatigues. “Go after him.”
“Which door?”
“You answered that yourself in Lisbon when you said Thomas Bainbridge left clues. I read his novel on the plane. Nothing there even remotely close to what we’ve experienced. His lost library is found in southern Egypt. No hero’s quest. Nothing. But that arbor in his garden-that’s another matter. I wondered about the last part of the quest McCollum gave us. It would make no sense to just walk in once you get here.”
“Unless you’ve got a gun to someone’s head.”
“True. But something’s wrong.” He motioned at the doorways. “With this type of safeguard, they could easily lead an intruder astray. And where is everybody? This place is deserted.”
He again read the letters above the doors. V S O V O D A.
And he knew.
“You used to get on me all the time, wondering what good an eidetic memory is.”
“No. I wondered why you couldn’t remember my birthday or our anniversary.”
He grinned. “This time it pays to have good recall. Remember the last part of the quest.
He saw them perfectly in his mind.
D OVOSVAVV M.
“Remember, you asked why the D and the M were spaced apart from the other eight.” He pointed at the doorways. “Now we know. One gets you in. The other, I assume, gets you out. It’s the middle part I’m unsure of, but we’re about to find out.”
SEVENTY-SIX
VIENNA
THORVALDSEN ASSESSED HIS SITUATION. HE NEEDED TO BEST Hermann, and he’d brought the gun beneath his sweater for that precise purpose. He still held the letters of St. Augustine and St. Jerome. But Hermann held a weapon, too.
“Why did you kidnap Gary Malone?” he asked.
“I don’t have any intention of being questioned.”
“Why not humor me for a moment, since I’ll soon be leaving?”
“So his father would do what we needed done. And it worked. Malone led us straight to the library.”
He recalled what the vice president had surmised the night before and decided to press the point. “And you know that?”
“I always know, Henrik. That’s the difference between us. It’s why I head this organization.”
“The members have no idea what you’re planning. They only think they understand.” He was fishing to see if anything more might be offered. He’d sent Gary to hide for two reasons. One, so there would be no possibility that what they’d overheard last night would be revealed. That would place them both in absolute jeopardy. Two, he knew Hermann would come armed and he needed to deal with the threat alone.
“They place their trust in the Circle,” Hermann was saying. “And we have never disappointed them.”
He motioned with the sheets. “Are these what you planned to show me?”
