“When the book was sealed away, prophecy decreed that—” The Cardinal stopped and shook his head. “Better I simply show you.”
He opened a drawer in the table and pulled out a soft leather case. It didn’t look like a prophecy. But when he opened it, Erin sat forward. Jordan scooted closer, shoulder to shoulder with her.
“This is it?” she asked.
The Cardinal pulled out a document sheathed in plastic. Jordan was no judge, but the parchment looked as old as the city around them. Letters written in dark ink marched along the single page. He couldn’t read it but it looked familiar.
“Greek?” he asked.
Erin nodded, leaning closer to read it aloud. “
“The Alpha and Omega?” he asked.
“Jesus. I think.” She returned to the parchment and continued reading, running a finger along the plastic surface. “
Jordan’s head was already beginning to spin. “How about a quick overview? Then work out the particulars?”
“Right.” She continued again. “
She took another breath. “
The Cardinal stared at Erin. “I believe that is you, Dr. Granger, along with Sergeant Stone and our Father Korza.”
Erin looked down at the parchment. “Why do you think that we are the ones?”
“The three of you came together at the original resting place of the book. Each of you played a part in defeating the creatures of darkness and returned alive to view the desert stars.”
Jordan sighed—too loudly, drawing the others’ eyes. It all sounded like religious crap, and he told them why. “But we didn’t
“No, my son, if they had opened the book, the world would have changed. Miracles would be commonplace.”
“Maybe,” Jordan said. “But either way,
The Cardinal shook his head. “The prophecy does not say who will
“Where do we go to find the book?” Erin asked.
Cardinal Bernard shook his head. “I have no answer to that question. Rhun said that he found nothing in the tomb to indicate who had plundered it.”
Erin sought Jordan’s eyes, clearly asking permission. He nodded. He didn’t see much point in keeping secrets now. She reached in her pocket and drew out the Nazi medallion slowly.
“This was found in the dead girl’s grip. She must have snatched it off whoever stole the book, whoever killed her.”
The Cardinal held out his palm. She hesitated before dropping the silver disk into his red glove.
He studied it for a full minute, closely examining the writing on the medal’s edge, reading it aloud. “The
“You’re familiar with them?” Jordan asked.
“Our order often had similar research interests as this group. The
Jordan knew how that felt.