saying?â he asked one of the medics.
â Aspetta . Wait for her. Heâs repeating it over and over.â
They worked on him for a few more minutes and then the woman countedâ uno, due, tre âand together they lifted him off the ground, onto a stretcher, strapped him in, and then, in a complicated series of maneuvers, hoisted him out.
Josh followed after them.
Moving quickly, but also being careful not to jostle him, they wheeled him toward the ambulance. In the distance, the roar of a car engine grew louder. A navy blue Fiat raced up the road, dust flying in its wake. A few seconds later, it pulled to a screeching halt and a tall woman jumped out on the driverâs side. She moved in a blurâpure energyârushing toward the gurney. Josh got a flash of sunburned skin, high, wide cheekbones and windswept, wild, honey-colored hair. Her voice was a combination of authority and fear as she called out her questions to the medics. Even under stress there was a lyrical cadence to her words. As focused on her as he was, Josh didnât notice Malachai until he called out to him.
As always, Malachai was wearing a suit, despite theheat. He was so meticulous even his shoes were newly shined. That wouldnât last long now that he was on site.
âAre you all right?â Malachai questioned.
âFine. Iâm fine. But I need to talk to Gabriella Chase.â Josh pointed to the woman whoâd gotten out of the car. âIs that her?â
âYes, but firstââ
âThe professor made me promise Iâd tell her what happened, andââ
He put his hand on Joshâs arm to stop him. âSheâs with the medics. So tell me, what happened?â
Briefly, Josh explained about the shooting.
âWere you alone with him?â
âYes.â
âYou were the only witness?â
âYes. No one else was down there. Now I needââ
âDid you see the man who shot Rudolfo?â
âYes. Yes, I saw himâ¦.â Josh pictured the scene again as if his mind had filmed it. The man grabbing the box, opening it, pulling out the dark leather pouch, throwing the box on the ground, the professorâs moan, the scuffle, the shot. He stopped the pictures.
âThe guard took the Memory Stones, if thatâs what was in the box. Shot the professor and took the stones.â
âDid you get a photograph of him?â
âI was rushing to help and then it was too late.â
Malachai stood shaking his head back and forth, trying to absorb the loss. Theyâd both desperately wanted to see the stones, to talk to Rudolfo and Chase about them, discover if they did indeed have the legendary power assigned to them. Now it appeared theyâd never have that chance.
âDid you see them before they were stolen?â
âNo.â
âSo you donât know for sure they were in the box? They could have been somewhere else in the tomb?â A faint expression of hope.
âI donât know for sureâ¦but from the way the professor reacted Iâm fairly certainââ
âI donât think you should mention the stones to the police when they get here. Donât conjecture about what was in the box.â
Malachai must have read the confusion in Joshâs eyes because he didnât wait for his question before answering it. âIf it appears that you know too much it will make you a more likely suspect.â
âBut Iâm not a suspect, and shouldnât they know what they are looking for? Donât they need to?â
âIf they know, word will get out, itâs inevitable, and the very last thing Beryl or Iâor, Iâm sure, Gabriella, once she knows what happenedâwant is for the world to know of the existence of those stones. Especially if theyâve been stolen.â
âI donât know. Youâre asking me to lie to the police.â
âAbout something that isnât