Book of Souls by Glenn Cooper

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above all, he was worried that Kenyon might tread on the bubble wrap and wake Phillip in a volley of pops.
    The last layer removed, Spence gently opened the cover. He dwelled on the first page, taking it in. Over his shoulder, Kenyon had stooped low. He whispered a faint, “Yes.”
    Across the room, to Will, the ink scrawl was so dense the page almost looked black. Seeing the names in someone’s handwriting gave him a different perspective than reading them in modern sterile fonts on Shackleton’s computer database. A human being had dipped a feathered quill into a pot of black ink tens of thousands of times to fill these pages. What on earth was going on inside the writer’s mind? Who had he been? How was he able to accomplish this feat?
    Cottle broke the spell. Despite his dull expression, he was well-spoken. “They had experts. Oxbridge types. No one had a clue what it was or where it was from beyond the obvious that it’s a registry of births and deaths. We were wondering whether you have any knowledge of its origins?”
    Spence and Kenyon looked up at the same time. Spence said nothing, so Kenyon had to answer, diplomatically, obliquely. “We’re very interested in the period. A lot was going on in the early sixteenth century. It’s a unique book, and we’re going to do our research. If we find any answers, we’ll be happy to let you know.”
    “That would be appreciated. Naturally, we’re curious. A lot to lay out for a book of unknown significance.” Cottle checked out the room with his eyes. “Is this your flat, sir?”
    Will looked at Cottle suspiciously. Something about his comments struck him as over the line.
    “Yeah. All mine.”
    “Are you from New York, as well, Mr. Spence?”
    Spence was evasive. “We’re from out West.” He decided to change the subject. “Actually, you can help us.”
    “If I can.”
    “Tell us about the seller, this Cantwell fellow.”
    “I’ve only been with the company a short while, but I’m told he’s typical of many of our clients, land rich but cash poor. My supervisor, Peter Nieve, visited Cantwell Hall to review the consignment. It’s an old country house in Warwickshire that’s been in the family for centuries. Lord Cantwell was there, but Nieve mostly dealt with his granddaughter.”
    “What did they say about this book?”
    “Not much, I think. It’s been in their possession as far back as Lord Cantwell remembered. He imagined his family has had it for generations, but there’s no particular oral history associated with it. He thought it was some sort of city or town registry. Possibly Continental, given the assortment of languages. He wasn’t all that attached to it. Apparently his granddaughter was.”
    “Why’s that?” Spence asked.
    “She told Peter she always felt an attachment to the book. She said she couldn’t explain it, but she felt it was special and didn’t want to see it go. Lord Cantwell felt otherwise.”
    Spence closed the cover. “And that’s it? That’s all these people knew about the book’s history?”
    “That’s all I was told, yes.”
    “There was another bidder,” Spence said.
    “Another main bidder,” Cottle answered.
    “Who was he?”
    “I’m not permitted to say.”
    “What nationality,” Kenyon asked. “Can you at least tell us that?”
    “He was American.”
     
    When Cottle left, Will said, “He was kind of curious about us, don’t you think?”
    Spence laughed. “It’s killing them that someone knows more about it than they do. They’re probably scared shitless they sold it cheap.”
    “They have,” Kenyon said.
    “An American was bidding against you,” Will said.
    Spence shook his head. “Hope to hell the son of a bitch doesn’t work in Nevada. We’ve got to be careful, keep our guard up.” He tapped the book’s cover with his finger. “So Will, want to have a look?”
    He picked it off Spence’s lap and sat back on his sofa. There, he opened it to a random page and lost himself

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