good shape,â she remarks to me as Tyler takes up his position against Mestre Ricardo.
I sigh. âYeah. I know. Heâll probably be selected for the British team.â
âI should hope so,â she says. âHeâs terrific!â
Itâs definitely time to change the subject. âSo guess what,â I say. âIâve found out something about the man in my dream.â
Ollie swivels around, eyes wide. âGo on.â
âHeâs my
grandfather
,â I tell her. âMy secret grandfather. Turns out that Dad was illegitimate. His mother only confessedto Dad about a year ago. She sent him a photo of his father. And thatâs how I know. Dadâs fatherâheâs the guy from my dream.â
Well, that does it. I have Ollieâs undivided, even fascinated, attention.
I glance at Tyler, who completes a series of intricate moves, a breathtaking sequence of handstand whirls, headspins, and a clock movement. Heâs not improvising against Mestre Ricardo, I notice. Each time the players attack, they plant precisely aimed blows within inches of each otherâs bodies. The crowd surrounds us even more densely. They murmur their appreciation.
Ollie stands next to me, lost in thought. âSo in your dream,â she says, speaking very slowly, âyouâre seeing the death of your own grandfather?â
I nod. Thatâs it exactlyâlike a premonition. Only itâs already happened.
âAnd
he
is asking for the Bakab Ix?â
âRight.â
âWow.â Her voice drops to a breathless whisper. âSo this Mayan thingâitâs been going on in your family for, like, years?â
Again I nod. âMy grandfather found the Calakmul letterâthe one we deciphered. Thatâs how Dad started on his search for the Ix Codex.â
âBut if your grandfather had the Calakmul letter, then maybe he was searching for the Ix Codex too.â
âThatâs the whole point. Grandpa was hunting for the codex. Then Dad. Now me.â
Ollie punches me lightly on the shoulder. âWay to keep your family legacy going!â
âSome legacy,â I say. âTheyâre both dead. And still no codex.â
âStill,â she replies, âI wonder why your grandpa was looking for it.â
It seems pretty obvious to me. He was a museum curator, a seeker of rare Mayan objects.
âWhat does his museum say?â Ollie asks.
That was the odd thing. Theyâd denied all knowledge of him, right from the start.
âAbuelitaâmy grandmaâshe tried. Years back. She doesnât even know where he really came from.â
Ollieâs eyes glisten. âAmazing! And you know what else is interestingâthe missing half of the Calakmul letter? Your dad must have had it once.â
âThatâs what I think,â I say. âOr else how could he think heâd found the trail of the Ix Codex?â
Ollie goes quiet for a while, her eyes drifting off as she watches the capoeira players.
âSo,â I tell her, âIâve decided. Iâve got to find a way to go ⦠to find Dadâs woman in Chetumal.â
ââDadâs womanâ? I thought you were in denial about that â¦,â she says with a sly smile.
âWeâll see. Maybe sheâs a contact, something to do with the codex hunt.â
âFrom where? How many people do you think know about this?â
Thereâs Carlos Montoyo, we know that. He still hasnât replied to my e-mail, which has me more than a little spooked. Then thereâs Ollieâs own theoryâthe CIAâor some U.S. agency looking to cover up UFO incidents and evidence of alien-Maya contact.
âLet me get this straight. You think that your dad went to Mexico, met with Montoyo, and then disappeared?â
âWent looking for the codex.
Then
disappeared. The missing daysâremember?â
I watch her as her mind
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