his office. âPlease donât take the Lordâs name in vain.â
âWhy?â Maury raged. âWe are God-damned, arenât we? You told me yourself many times.â
The cardinal spoke slowly, patiently, as though talking to a child. âYou are forsaken. Both you and your brother are born in the line of Nephilim. That is true.â
âAnd only you can keep us alive with your potions and medications. I know that. But I want out.â
Espinosa raised an eyebrow. âOut? My son, I know you feel you have suffered a lifetime of pain, but I assure you that you have been spared a suffering you couldnât imagine. I smile only because I knew you would be in my office to request this thing. I knew you would come to me.â
âThen give us our medication and let us go. No more missions.â
âIt is not my release that you seek. You must pray for God to welcome you back. It is the heavenly Father who has declared your lineage an abomination.â
âTo be quite honest, your Eminence, I donât give a fuck about Godâs opinion.â
The cardinal sucked in a breath. âNot in His house. You will not profane in His house again.â
They glared at one another.
Finally, Espinosa spoke. âThere will be one more mission. The last and most important one.â
âOne more?â
âYes,â Espinosa said. âWait for me to contact you, then complete this one last task. After that you will be free.â
âNo more missions?â Maury asked.
The cardinal smiled and nodded.
And this is it
, Maury thought. The last mission.
XXI
Father McCallum stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His face was streaked with red from the panic of his dream. He splashed cold water against his skin and gave a heavy sigh. He had to meet the man who would take over the investigation of the Voynich manuscript.
Worse yet, he would have to admit that the Voynich manuscript was gone.
Stolen.
âUnder my watch,â he whispered. âIâm so sorry.â
He pressed a towel to his face and then headed down the stairs. He tugged at his beard slightly, hoping to compose himself mentally and physically.
He found Evelyn near the bottom of the staircase standing in the kitchen with a tall, bronze-skinned man who looked like he was in his mid- to late thirties. Father McCallum had wondered if the Vatican would send an old cardinal from a local diocese. This man looked so ordinary, and wasnât even wearing a priestly collar. Maybe he wasnât the Vatican representative.
âHello,â he said tentatively.
Benicio smiled. âMr. McCallum? My name is Dr. Benicio Valori.â
âDoctor,â he said, and nodded, still unsure.
âOh, a doctor,â Evelyn blurted breathlessly. âHow wonderful.â
âMy training is in clinical psychology. Iâm not a medical doctor,â Benicio offered.
âHow lovely,â Evelyn shot right back. It was obvious she didnât realize there was a difference between a medical doctor and a psychologist. âThat must be so rewarding.â
Dr. Benicio Valori nodded. âIt has its moments.â
Father McCallum felt beads of sweat on his forehead. He didnât have the strength to endure small talk. âWhat can I do for you, Dr. Valori?â
Evelyn frowned. He realized his abruptness had surprised her, and he tried to smile.
Benicio smiled, too. âBusiness, actually. We share some acquaintances, and Iâve come with a number of matters to discuss.â
âLibrary business, no doubt,â Evelyn said. âMr. McCallum is an important person at Yale.â
â
Si
, he is indeed,â Benicio agreed.
âEvelyn,â the priest said. âI shouldnât want to bore you with our business. Shall I invite Dr. Valori upstairs to my flat?â
âYou may do whatever you like,â she answered. âBut Iâm going to put on some tea and
Xara X. Piper;Xanakas Vaughn