Sign of the Cross paj-2

by Chris Kuzneski

  ‘Very,’ Jones assured him.

  ‘Not a problem… And I’d imagine you’d like some clean clothes waiting for you. Are you two the same size you were with the MANIACs? I can access your files and get a perfect fit. You’ll look like you just came from the friggin’ tailor.’

  The hangar was in an isolated part of the airfield far from the public terminal. Raskin called the pilot and told him what Payne and Jones needed, probably making it sound a lot more official than it actually was. When they arrived, he had everything waiting for them, including clean boxers. The plane was still being loaded, so they had time for a hot shower and a quick meal. The weather had delayed everything — takeoffs, departures, cargo, etc. — and they were thankful for that. Planes could get above the clouds, so they handled storms much better than helicopters, meaning inclement weather was to their advantage.

  As far as Payne and Jones were concerned, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.

  The flight itself was eighty minutes, which gave them more than enough time to figure out where they were headed. Jones called one of the detectives on his payroll and had her track down some information on Benito Pelati. She found an office address in the middle of Rome, two nearby apartments where he probably kept girlfriends (a common practice for wealthy men in Italy), and a palatial estate on Lake Albano. Dante made it clear that they were going to talk to his father, and Jones assumed that he’d want their conversation to be as private as possible. That ruled out all the city addresses and led him to believe that they were headed to the lake. If Jones was wrong, he figured they could always torture — er, question — Benito’s staff and find out where he was hiding.

  Anyway, once their plane was airborne, the pilot called in a fake mechanical problem and asked the Roman Air Authority for clearance on one of their auxiliary runways. Not only did that bump them up in the landing order, but it also allowed the pilot to taxi their plane to one of the service areas where Jones and Payne could slip into the country undetected.

  Thankfully, his plan worked without a hitch. Or so they had hoped.

  They were in the middle of bribing one of the ground crew to take them to Lake Albano when they heard a beeping noise behind them. A security cart drove out of the sun and into the shadows of the hangar. They did their best to look busy as the security guard listened to instructions on his headset. He mumbled a word or two, then listened some more. Finally, he pulled his cart over to Payne and Jones.

  ‘Please come with me,’ he said with a thick Italian accent.

  ‘Why?’ Payne asked, feigning ignorance. ‘We just got here.’

  Nodding, the guard pointed to a small camera in the corner of the hangar. ‘We know.’

  Within minutes Payne and Jones were herded into an airport security room where they were forced to sit at a metal table that was bolted to the floor. They’d been in enough interrogations to know where this was going. Lots of questions, lots of scare tactics, horrible coffee.

  Jones glanced around the room and grimaced. ‘Feels familiar.’

  Payne nodded. ‘If Manzak and Buckner walk through that door, I’m gonna shit.’

  Well, those two didn’t show up, but Payne almost shit himself anyway because he wasn’t expecting to see the face that came into the room. Or the massive chin. Because that’s the thing Payne always noticed when he talked to Nick Dial. That huge speed bump of a chin.

  Dial walked into the room, unsmiling, and whispered something to the guard who’d been watching Payne and Jones. Dial gave the guard a moment to leave, refusing to say a single word until they were alone. The instant the door clicked shut, Dial shook Payne’s hand. ‘How long’s it been? Five, six years?’

  ‘Maybe more.’

  ‘Well, you look like hell… And so does your sister.’

  Jones laughed at the jab. ‘Look who’s talking, gramps.’

  The three of them went way back, back to the days when Payne and Jones were in the MANIACs and Dial was still paying dues at Interpol. American bars are scattered all across Europe, places for homesick tourists or overseas businessmen to get a brief taste of home. Soldiers frequented these joints more than most, hoping to stave off the loneliness that most of them never quite get used to.

  One night Payne and Jones were shooting pool at a place called Stars amp; Stripes when they overheard a heated debate about football. One of the guys, Dial, mentioned his dad used to coach at Pitt, and that’s all Payne needed to hear. Before long they were drinking beer, swapping stories, and having a grand old time. The three of them kept in touch over the years, occasionally having dinner when they were in the same town. Unfortunately, due to the secretive nature of the MANIACs, they never got together as much as they would’ve liked.

  Anyway, the fact that they bumped into each other like this was kind of surreal. For each of them. Dial had no idea why Payne and Jones were sneaking into Italy. And they had no idea why Dial stopped them.

  When they finished exchanging pleasantries, Dial got serious. ‘Guys, we have a slight problem here. Right now we’re flagging everyone at this airport who has any hardcore military experience, and, well, we have film of you two entering this country illegally.’

  ‘There’s a good reason for that,’ Payne assured him. ‘I know this is going to sound crazy, but two of our friends were just taken at gunpoint in Vienna, and we flew here to get them back.’

  ‘You’re right. Sounds crazy. Why didn’t you just call the cops?’

  ‘Couldn’t. Not with these two. Too many questions.’

  ‘How so?’

  ‘You’re already looking for them.’

  ‘Is that so?’ Dial leaned forward, slightly pissed. ‘What are their names?’

  ‘Nick, I can’t. We can’t.’

  ‘Jon, if you want them to live, tell me their names. Otherwise, they’re going to die while we’re in this room playing Q amp; A.’

  Dial had a point, so Payne and Jones debriefed him for the next several minutes, skipping as much about Christ and the Catacombs as they could but giving Dial all the background information he needed. Payne showed him the notes they had taken on Pelati’s addresses and explained why he thought they were headed to Lake Albano and not to the city.

  ‘So let me get this straight, the Pelatis are responsible for everything — the murders, the violence, the kidnappings — and Dr Boyd is nothing more than a pawn?’

  ‘Yeah,’ Payne said. ‘Something like that.’

  Dial leaned back in his chair and smiled, a reaction that would’ve been much different if not for their history together. As it was, Payne could see Dial was still having a hard time with what he had told him. ‘OK, guys, here’s my dilemma. I can’t just call the local PD and say one of the most powerful men in Italy is guilty of something this serious. Especially without proof.’

  Jones argued, ‘But you do have proof. You have us as witnesses.’

  ‘Witnesses to what? You didn’t see Benito do anything. Furthermore, since you snuck into this country illegally, you guys aren’t even officially here. You’re persona non grata.’

  ‘Fine,’ Payne said, disappointed. ‘But please do something. At the very least, can you send some Interpol agents out to the lake? I’m telling you, Maria and Boyd are in danger.’

  ‘Jon, I just can’t. Right now we’re spread so thin it’s embarrassing.’

  The sound of Dial’s phone broke his concentration. He glanced at the number, annoyed, until he realized who was calling. Jumping to his feet, he told Payne and Jones he had to take this call. ‘Dial here.’

  ‘Nick, this is Cardinal Rose. I’m sorry to call you so late, but you told me to keep you posted on any rumors at the Vatican. And, well, this is a doozy.’

  Over the next few minutes, Rose filled him in on Benito Pelati’s actions at the latest Supreme Council meeting — at least everything the American appointee had blabbed to Rose over a series of drinks. Very stiff drinks. Rose laughed and added, ‘I would’ve gotten more, but I ran out of bourbon.’ />
  Dial thanked the cardinal for the information, then returned to the table with a much different vibe. A minute ago he was grumbling about a lack of evidence and how he couldn’t risk moving any of his agents. Now he had a smile on his face and a gleam in his eye.

  ‘So,’ he asked, ‘have you guys ever been to Lake Albano?’

  71

  Villa Pelati,

  Lago di Albano, Italy

  (eleven miles southeast of Rome)

  The helicopter roared across the calm waters of Lake Albano and settled in a stone courtyard a hundred yards from the main house. Built in the 1500s, the estate sat on the rim of a prehistoric volcanic crater and offered spectacular views of the lake, forest, and wine country.

  Childhood memories came flooding back as Maria stared out the chopper’s window at the place she once called home. Thoughts of her mother and the silly games they used to play filled her with equal parts of nostalgia and nausea.

  ‘How long has it been?’ Dante asked while opening the hatch. ‘Ten years?’

  She ignored him, not in the mood to talk to the person forcing her to walk down memory lane. In her mind he had ruined her life once before and was threatening to do it again.

  The ironic thing was that Maria and Dante had been the closest siblings in the Pelati family. Even though they had different mothers and were born twelve years apart, they carried the burden of not being Benito’s firstborn son and were forced to bear all the disappointment that went along with it. Whereas Roberto was treated like royalty, Maria and Dante were treated like second-class citizens, receiving none of the love or attention that their older brother was given. In time Benito softened his stance toward Dante, realizing that his second-born son was a capable child, and allowed him to enter the family business right before Maria was sent away to school. Not surprisingly, she linked the two together and shifted a lot of the anger toward her father and focused it on Dante.

  In her mind Dante had turned his back on her in order to win their father’s affection.

  It was a sin that she still hadn’t forgotten. Or forgiven.

  Maria climbed from the chopper and waited for Boyd to do the same. The two remained quiet during their trip from Vienna, much to Dante’s chagrin. He tried to interrogate them during the first ten minutes of their flight, but when they chose not to talk, he decided not to push it. He knew his options were limited, and he could be much more persuasive on the ground.

  Lights in the trees twinkled as they walked through an elaborate garden and onto the stone walkway. Marble columns surrounded the shimmering water of the pool to the left while a series of statues lined the path to the right. A wide set of stairs led them to the open patio and the back entrance to the house.

  Dante punched in the security code. ‘Father is at the Vatican until morning. There are things to discuss before his arrival.’

  Maria almost gagged at the term father. She had grown up without one and was in no mood to have him reappear in her life. Not now. Not if she was about to be killed for her actions. That would be a cruel way to die, forcing her to see him one last time before she was murdered.

  ‘Do you remember his den?’ Dante asked. The foyer was over twenty feet high, so his voice echoed as he spoke. ‘I used to read stories to you in there by the fireplace. Your mother used to get so mad at me. I always saved the scariest ones for right before bedtime. I’d frighten you so much that she’d have to stay in your bed for half the night.’

  Maria smiled at the memory, although she didn’t want to. That was a different time, a different life, back when she was happy and things were so much simpler.

  The den was just as she remembered it. An antique desk sat on the left and faced the fireplace to the right. A leather couch, two chairs, and a glass table filled the space in between. Bookshelves and paintings lined the walls, as did an assortment of relics that were displayed on marble pedestals. A colorful rug covered the floor and made the room feel warm and cozy. Maria considered that ironic, since she knew who the room belonged to.

  ‘Have a seat,’ Dante said, motioning to the couch. Then he turned his attention to the guards. ‘Gentlemen, I can handle things from here. Please wait in the hall.’

  They closed the door, leaving Dante alone with Maria and Boyd for the first time all night.

  ‘I know the two of you have a lot of questions.’ Dante took off his suit jacket and folded it over one of the chairs. Suddenly his holster and gun were in plain view. The sight doubled the tension in the room. ‘It’s been a hectic week for all of us.’

  Maria rolled her eyes. She couldn’t imagine how Dante could lump the three of them together. They were adversaries, not allies.

  ‘First of all,’ Dante said to Boyd, ‘let me apologize for our recent lack of communication. Once you left Orvieto, I had no way of reaching you.’

  Boyd’s face filled with relief. ‘I wanted to call, but the attack frazzled me. I had no way of knowing who was behind it. Whether it was you or someone else.’

  ‘Once again, I apologize. I didn’t know about their plans until Monday night, after you had left the Catacombs. If I had known what they were planning to do, I would’ve warned you.’

  Maria sat there, stunned. Her brother was speaking to Boyd like they were partners. The conversation was so unexpected that it took a moment for things to register. ‘Oh my God, what’s happening here? Professore? You two are talking like friends.’

  ‘Why shouldn’t we be? He gave us our permits to dig.’

  ‘Yeah,’ she argued, searching for the right words, ‘but he’s going to kill us.’

  ‘Kill you?’ Dante scoffed. ‘Why on earth would I do that? I just saved you.’

  ‘Saved us?’ she screamed. ‘You just dragged us off at gunpoint. That’s not saving us!’

  ‘It is when you consider how many people want you dead.’

  ‘Yes, but…’

  Boyd patted her shoulder, urging her to calm down. ‘In Maria’s defense, I must admit I was uncertain of your intentions until a moment ago. Your poker face is bloody brilliant.’

  Dante laughed. ‘Let me apologize for that as well. You must remember that the guards work for my father, not me. If we’re to succeed, I must continue this charade for as long as possible.’

  ‘What are you talking about? What charade?’ she demanded.

  ‘The charade that I’m helping Father.’ There was a bitterness to his tone that wasn’t present before. He practically spat the word. ‘You of all people should know that.’

  ‘But…’ she stuttered, searching for words.

  Boyd held up his hand, signaling her to stop. ‘You can talk about your mutual hate of him later. For now there are more important matters to discuss.’

  Dante locked eyes with Maria. He wanted to say so much but realized it wasn’t the time or place. ‘He’s right, you know. Our itinerary is rather full. I have a family secret to tell you about.’

  The chauffeur pulled the town car to the main gate of the villa. Benito sat in the backseat, mulling over everything that had happened. The violence at Orvieto, the events at the Vatican, the death of his son. Yet somehow, despite it all, he had a good feeling that luck was right around the corner, that all of his hard work was about to be rewarded.

  Of course, he never imagined he’d be rewarded like this.

  Boyd and Maria watched Dante as he walked over to the desk. Then, as if the secret he was carrying was too much to bear, he sighed and took a seat in his father’s chair.

  Dante said, ‘I’ve known something was going on for years. I’d walk into a room and father would stop talking to Roberto right away. At first I thought they were talking about me. After a while I knew something bigger was going on.’

  He picked up a trinket from the desk and stared at it, refusing to make eye contact with his guests. ‘I started looking through their files, double-checking everything they asked me to do, until I found a pattern that centered around Orvieto. Extra guards, extra funds, extra everything. S
omething was happening there that they weren’t telling me.’

  Frustrated, he threw the trinket aside. ‘At one point I became so curious I went to Father and asked him about it, begging him to tell me the truth about the Catacombs and all the money we were spending. But he just scoffed and told me to leave him alone. Can you believe that? He ignored me. Immediately I knew he would never tell me anything.’

  He paused for a split second, then glanced at Boyd. ‘That’s when I decided to get a partner.’

  ‘What do you mean by partner?’ Maria demanded.

  ‘I know this will upset you, but I’ve been checking up on you for years. Your schooling, your living arrangements, your lack of a social life. You’re my sister, after all. There was no way I was going to forget you, even if you wanted me to.’

  Maria didn’t say a word. She just sat there, confused. Trying to absorb everything.

  ‘That’s how I learned about Dr Boyd,’ he admitted. ‘I was checking up on you and discovered his passion for the Catacombs. At first it seemed like a miracle had brought you two together. Then I realized it wasn’t a fluke. You went to Dover for a reason. You went there to learn about Orvieto. You became his student because you were just as curious as I was.’

  Tears fell from Maria’s eyes. She tried to brush them away before anyone noticed, but Dante saw them and smiled. He knew it meant he was on the right track, that he still knew his sister after all these years.

  ‘A year ago I was sorting through requests for digging permits when I came across Dr Boyd’s. I figured this was a perfect excuse to speak, so I called him about the Catacombs.’

  Maria glared at Boyd. ‘You talked to Dante a year ago and didn’t tell me?’

  Boyd defended himself. ‘I swear to you, I didn’t know he was your brother. He said his name was Dante and he was your father’s assistant. That’s all he said to me. Ever.’

  ‘He’s telling the truth,’ Dante assured her. ‘I didn’t want you to know because I knew you’d run in the other direction. I know how stubborn you can be. I’ve known that for years.’