God's Lions - The Dark Ruin (10 page)

Pushing his glasses up on top of his head, Lev placed his face close to the screen. “What do you think this means?”

Daniel punched a key and zoomed in on an enlarged section from a page in Genesis. The phrase,
it awaits the Dark One,
ran across the top.

“That’s all?
It awaits the Dark One?
”

“There’s nothing else on the page that makes any sense, Professor.”

“No location?”

“I checked three times. Nothing.”

“What about the cave here in Patmos? Have we found anything there yet?”

“Ariella and John are due back any minute. Alon and Nava were following behind on motor scooters for backup. They wanted to look like a bunch of tourists.”

“Good. I’m going down to my cabin to catch a quick nap. Wake me if you discover anything new.”

“Will do, Professor.”

As Lev turned to leave, a flash traffic alarm signaled an incoming call on the satellite phone.

“What now?” Picking up the phone, Lev listened for a few moments before mumbling a quick goodbye and sliding back down into his chair.

“What’s wrong?” Daniel asked. “You look a little pale, Professor.”

“That was Danny Zamir. It seems he just found out their communications section picked up a satellite call made to the Vatican three weeks before Christmas.”

“What’s so strange about that?”

“The caller was Eduardo Acerbi.”

“You’re kidding! Acerbi called the Vatican?”

“Apparently. The call was placed the day after he disappeared from his house in Foix.”

“Do they know who he spoke to or what the call was about?”

“No. Both phones had military grade encryption software installed, but they were able to identify the fact that the caller was Acerbi and that he was calling from his private railway car. They just don’t know what was said or who he was talking to at the Vatican.”

“And Zamir is just now finding out about this?”

“With everything else that was going on in the world at the time, and with the situation in Iran heating up over the past few months, a single phone call to the Vatican sat at the bottom of a pile of messages on some analyst’s desk until he had time to read it and saw the name of the caller.”

“Unbelievable!”

Through the open door, the two men could hear the sound of motorbikes on the dock below.

“Sounds like our people are back from the cave,” Daniel said. “I’m dying to know what they found.”

Lev bolted from his chair. “So am I. Why don’t we go find out?”

The two men descended the mahogany-paneled interior stairway and stepped out under the blue-and white-striped awning covering the yacht’s main deck. Leaning over the railing, they could see Ariella and John dismounting their small motor scooters, followed by Alon and Nava who had just arrived behind them.

Lev smiled when he saw the hulking figure of Alon hunched over the frame of a tiny motorbike that was bending under his weight. It was a miracle that the little machine had been able to carry the huge man up the steep inclines of the surrounding hills, but Patmos had been a place long steeped in the history of miracles, so anything was possible here.

“Welcome back!” Lev shouted below. “You must be thirsty.”

“We’re dying,” Ariella said. “We ran out of water an hour ago.”

“Come on up. We’ve got some cold lemonade.”

“Sounds marvelous. Be right there.” Ariella hefted her small backpack over her shoulder as the four climbed the teak stairs to the main deck before plopping down in canvas chairs.

Sitting across from her, Daniel leaned forward and smiled. “Well?”

“Did we find anything ... is that what you’re fishing for?” Ariella frowned as she quickly downed a full glass of lemonade and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “We came up empty-handed.”

“But the code, Ariella. The coordinates lead to that particular cave. There’s something there, and it’s been there since John wrote the Book of Revelation in a cave that’s almost within spitting distance from the cave you were searching today.”

“We went over every inch of that cave,” Alon said, rinsing his head under a deck hose and letting the cool water drip from his hair. “Given the time frame involved, whatever we’re looking for was probably covered over years ago by layers of dirt, which means we’ll have to dig to find it. A project like that will take time, and it will definitely draw attention to our little expedition.”

“What about the actual cave John lived in when he wrote the book?” Nava ventured. “It seems to me like that would be the most logical place to look.”

“That big white monastery on the side of the hill is built around the original cave,” Lev said. “It’s become a shrine visited by thousands of tourists every year. The dirt floor has been paved over, and tapestries cover the walls. Any evidence of writing has either been erased by time or covered over by those who had no idea what they were doing.”

“Or they thought it was just ancient graffiti,” Nava said. “Not exactly a modern phenomenon. When Alon and I were traveling through France a few years ago we were standing inside Notre Dame taking pictures. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I looked over at one of the pillars and saw graffiti dating back to the year 1402 scratched into the stone. I mean, it was just a couple of names circled by a heart, but it was really kind of cool. I hate to say it because I don’t like graffiti, but I actually enjoyed looking at some of the old names scratched into that pillar more than I did some of the paintings we saw in the Louvre.”

“That’s because it triggered an emotional response stronger than the art you were looking at,” Lev said. “Looking at words carved in the 15
^th
century by some lovestruck teenager can have a profound effect on anyone capable of conjuring visions of the past.”

Nava pushed her short black hair from her eyes and looked out over the harbor. “We’re facing the same problem Leo and Morelli are dealing with in Turkey. We don’t know what we’re looking for. Whatever it is could be in the form of some kind of graffiti, like in the cathedral, or it could be on a scroll or something buried in a box.”

“If it’s buried, we’ll probably find it in a sealed clay jar,” Ariella said. “That’s what they used in those days to bury anything they wanted to preserve ... like they did with the Dead Sea Scrolls. Maybe we’re looking in the wrong place.”

“But the code definitely referenced something left behind in that particular cave here in Patmos,” Daniel said, pulling at his short beard.

“The floor is mostly soft sand,” Ariella continued, “so maybe we could do a little fast digging at the base of the walls just to see if we can expose any old writing. I don’t think I need to remind anyone here that time is running out. We need to find whatever it is we were sent here to find, and we need to do it soon ... because Leo is counting on us.”

Eduardo Acerbi walked slowly down a long hallway that stretched from one end of his enormous house to the other. He felt rather lost in the immense space after spending the past forty years in a small French farmhouse, where his only visitors had been the books that arrived on his doorstep courtesy of UPS. Feeling slightly out of breath, he stopped for a moment and leaned against a marble wall.

After taking a few deep breaths, he continued down the hallway and descended a winding stairway that ended in a foyer beneath an immense crystal chandelier. Picking up a few unobtrusive guards who began walking behind him as he explored the many corridors that ran throughout the ground floor of the palace, he looked back over his shoulder and smiled. “Why are you following me?”

“Orders, Mr. Acerbi.”

“Orders? Orders from who?”

“From Mrs. Acerbi, sir.” The guards exchanged glances. “She’s very protective of you, sir. We’ve been given orders to accompany you wherever you go.”

“That’s absurd. This palace sits behind tall walls surrounded by one of the finest security forces in the world. I don’t need protection inside my own house.”

“Yes, sir.” The two guards backed away as Acerbi’s eyes narrowed in anger. Turning around, he walked toward the front entrance and burst into the security control room. “Where’s your commander?”

The guards sitting in front of the security monitors were speechless, and as Acerbi took a step forward he saw one of the men reach for a control knob in front of a monitor labeled
Subterranean Computer Area 9
. Instantly the screen went dark, but not before Acerbi had seen the image of a towering black sphere inside a space filled with men wearing white protective suits over their clothing.

“Good morning, Mr. Acerbi,” a young officer said, rising from his desk. “How can we help you today?”

“I understand my wife has given orders that I am to be followed around in my own house. I can understand the reason for the patrols outside, but I want this inside nonsense stopped immediately!”

“Those orders were issued by Mrs. Acerbi for your protection, sir. Frankly, she’s worried about your health.”

“Well, since I’m still the boss around here, I suggest you take your orders from me or start worrying about the health of your jobs.”

The officer quickly stood at attention. “Yes, sir. It won’t happen again. I’ll have our captain inform Mrs. Acerbi.”

“Don’t bother. I’ll inform her myself. Now, turn off all of those cameras right now and don’t turn them on again until I tell you to. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir ... but ...

“But what?”

“We’ll be left without a means to observe the area.”

“Use your eyes, young man. I don’t believe in cameras.”

“Yes, sir.” The officer walked to the center console and flicked a switch, and right away Acerbi saw all of the monitors go black.

“That’s better. Carry on.” Acerbi turned and ran right into a dark-looking man with a beard.

“Good morning, Mr. Acerbi.” The man spoke in a halting, Russian accent. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Who in the hell are you?”

Unlike the others, the man seemed unfazed by Acerbi’s anger. “My name is Ilia Sokolov. I’m the director of the Acerbi Corporation’s new computer division. We’re installing some of our latest equipment for you here in Babylon. Maybe we can have dinner together some evening.”

“Maybe. You’ll have to excuse me, Mr. Sokolov, but I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

With that, Eduardo slammed the door behind him and leaned against the wall. Sweat poured down his face as he felt his hands begin to tremble.
Computer Area 9? A gigantic black sphere! A strange man with a Russian accent in charge of his computer division?
What in the world was going on? Acerbi had to think. He had to find his son. Climbing the stairway, he headed down a long hallway to Adrian’s room and knocked on the door. After a brief wait, the door swung open.

“Father!” The smiling teen rushed forward and embraced the old man as if he hadn’t seen him for years. “Have you come to see the new computer games mother just bought for me?”

“Yes. Let’s have a look.” Eduardo watched, and as the computer-generated graphics jumped from the screen with a realism that was almost shocking to a man who was raised playing with nothing more than erector sets and tinker toys, he could see the vivid colors from the computer screen reflecting in his son’s golden brown eyes. “Why don’t we go for a little walk?”

“A walk? Are we going to the ruins of Babylon again today?”

“No, I just feel like some fresh air.”

“Sure.” Adrian switched off his computer screen and grabbed his smart phone before following his father outside into the blast furnace of the desert and the watered greenery of the manicured grounds surrounding the palace.

“Do you like it here, Adrian?”

The boy looked puzzled for a second. “I love it here, Father. For some reason, I feel more at home here than I did in France. The people here seem really friendly, and I love the food. Sometimes the internet goes down, but your people usually have it up again within a few minutes. Why do you ask, Father?”

“I just wanted to make sure that you’re happy here. Sometimes moving can be stressful, especially for a teenager.”

“It’s no big deal, Father ... really. I didn’t have all that many friends back in France. In fact, I don’t think there was any one particular person I ever felt very close to. I guess I’ve never had what you could call a best friend or anything like that, but that’s OK. I kind of like being off to myself ... except for you and mom of course. I love being with you.”

“I’ve noticed that about you.” Eduardo smiled at his son and rested a bent hand on the youngster’s shoulder. “At our age, your mother and I aren’t going to be around forever. You need to start making friends your own age.”

Eduardo felt the boy stiffen as he looked down at the ground and turned to hide an expression of anguish. His body shook, and then suddenly he reached out and grabbed his father and held on to him without letting go. He had suddenly become like a small child—one fearful of what might lie beyond the safety of his immediate family. To him, the world was an alien landscape strewn with the unknown. He wanted to stop time forever and make things stay just as they were, because he could feel something deep within, something foreign to him that was struggling like a drowning swimmer, and when it surfaced, it would push its rescuer back beneath the swirling current as it reveled in a new world of air and light. Somehow the boy could sense that Eduardo Acerbi was that rescuer, and he wanted to remain close.

“I’m sorry, son. I didn’t mean to upset you. Unfortunately for both of us, it’s a fact of life that your mother and I are getting older ... older than many parents who have a son your age. I’ve made arrangements for you to be well cared for ...

“I don’t want to talk about it, Father. I can’t bear to think of anything happening to you.”

Eduardo looked down and saw tears flowing down the boy’s face.
Hardly the response one would expect from the Antichrist
, he thought. Surely the signs were wrong. Some horrible, bumbling cosmic mistake had been made, and soon those who had claimed to know the truth would realize their error. This was a child of love. He embraced everyone around him, and his father had never seen him do one cruel thing in his entire life. Eduardo would pull out all the stops if anyone ever tried to lay a hand on the boy—or he would die trying.