Lourds tried to think of what one of his celluloid or print spy heroes would do in this case. He came up with nothing.
‘I suppose she knew,’ he replied lamely.
‘Everyone knows but you?’
‘Well, you don’t know either.’
Ersoz smiled and leaned back in his chair. ‘No, we don’t. And that troubles my supervisor greatly. Everything you’ve told us would lead someone to believe this is some kind of conspiracy.’
Lourds didn’t know what to say to that, but the mention of everything being a conspiracy said out in the open like that made the ordeal somehow even more chilling.
‘My supervisor wants to deport you,’ Ersoz said. ‘He has made this very clear.’
Fear rattled through Lourds and he sought desperately for some argument that might allow him to stay in Istanbul. Somehow the fact that he was scheduled to do presentations at the local university didn’t seem compelling enough.
‘However,’ Ersoz went on, ‘your government has interceded on your behalf.’
Lourds was stunned. ‘They have?’
‘Yes. Your state department has been very persuasive in this matter.’ Ersoz held his hands palm up. ‘So, in the interest of good political relations, you’re going to be allowed to stay in Istanbul.’
Relieved, Lourds let out a pent-up breath. He didn’t know what he’d have done if they’d handcuffed him and thrown him on the nearest plane out of the city.
‘Personally,’ Ersoz went on, ‘I like you very much.’ He smiled. ‘My wife would like to meet you. But…’ Lourds waited, torn between dread and elation. ‘I fear for your safety within this city, Professor Lourds. I should hate to see anything untoward happen to you.’
So would I. Lourds nodded. ‘I appreciate those sentiments, Detective Ersoz.’
The policeman dipped his head in acknowledgement. ‘I understand you don’t know who the men were that kidnapped you. We’re working on identifying them. But we have managed to identify two of the men who sought to apprehend you at the airport.’
‘Who were they?’ Lourds didn’t want to know, not really, but he knew Ersoz would expect him to be curious.
‘Terrorists,’ Ersoz said. ‘Political extremists of the Shia faith.’ The policeman’s gaze bored into Lourds’. ‘Do you know why men like that would choose to apprehend you?’
Religious extremists… He knew too much about what religious extremists were capable of. But why would they want him? Lourds swallowed the thick lump at the back of his throat. ‘No. I don’t.’
‘Well, that is something you may wish to find out.’ Ersoz stood up, ‘if you choose to stay in Istanbul.’
Lourds nodded and wished he could leave the city. With the manuscript. That was the only way he was going. Unless, of course, he knew for certain that staying would only get him killed.
‘Am I free to go, then?’ he asked.
‘You are. A man from your state department is here to collect you and take you to your hotel. I told him we could take you, but he insisted.’
Ersoz led the way out into the hall.
An intense dark-haired man in his early thirties, dressed in a suit, sat in a chair in the hallway. Lourds recognized his backpack on the floor beside the man. The man held the manuscript in his manicured hands. A gun butt showed at his belt line. He lifted the manuscript out to show Lourds.
‘Heavy reading, Professor Lourds?’ the man asked. ‘Or are you smuggling documents out of the country?’
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Istanbul Emniyet Mudurlugu
Vatan Cad./Fatih
Istanbul, Turkey
17 March 2010
Lourds made himself smile instead of throwing up as his stomach lurched with sudden sickness. ‘Heavy reading, I’m afraid. Please be careful with that. It’s very old.’
The man thumped the book and it sounded hollow. ‘Actually, I kind of got that already.’
Without thinking, Lourds stepped up and took the book from him. His hands shook as he put it away.
‘Sorry. I knew it was old. Didn’t know it was important. And it obviously is.’
‘To me,’ Lourds said.
‘I glanced through it. Couldn’t read it.’
‘Unless you know Ancient Greek, I wouldn’t expect you to.’
‘Nope. The drawings look interesting. Some of them are kind of creepy.’
‘I would agree with you.’
‘What’s the book about?’
Lourds hesitated only a moment. ‘Architecture.’
‘I thought so. Early stuff?’
‘I haven’t ascertained that yet.’ Lourds held the book carefully at his side. ‘I’m still translating it.’
With a casual wave, the man indicated the backpack. ‘I see you travel with a lot of books.’
‘I do. Hopefully they have the rest of the books I brought on this trip at the hotel.’
‘I think everything was found. May have a bullet or two in them, from what I understand. I guess you take a lot of work with you wherever you go.’
‘I do.’
‘Ever worry about any of it going missing?’
‘Not really,’ Lourds said, ‘no. Most of the documents I work on while travelling aren’t original. Usually I bring photographs or scanned copies.’
The man smiled. ‘I guess it would be hard to bring in a boulder covered in hieroglyphics.’
‘It would be. Or a wall covered in cuneiform.’
The man’s glance cut back to the book in Lourds’ possession. ‘I guess that’s an exception.’
‘Yes.’ Lourds left it at that.
The man reached into his suit jacket and the pistol was revealed briefly. He unfolded his identification and showed Lourds the photograph and card. ‘My name’s Hayden Mullins. I’m an attaché with the United States State Department here in Turkey.’
‘Are all state department attachés in Istanbul armed?’
‘No. But after the events of your arrival, they decided to make special rules for you.’ Mullins leaned down and caught hold of Lourds’ backpack. ‘If you’ll follow me, I’ve got a car waiting outside.’
Lourds nodded.
Ersoz extended a business card. ‘This has my contact information on it, Professor Lourds. I took the liberty of writing my personal mobile number on the back.’ He flipped the card over to show his neat handwriting. ‘In case you should decide you need something I can provide.’
‘Thank you.’ Lourds took the card. ‘I hope you find the men you’re looking for.’
‘We will, Professor. Istanbul is an old city filled with many old secrets, but rarely do the new secrets go unnoticed. These men, whoever they are, don’t seem to be the type to go away empty-handed.’ Ersoz shrugged. ‘This could be a bad thing for you, but it will give me and the police department another chance to catch them. We will do so successfully. But our timing, let us say, is in the hands of Allah… Do take care of yourself, Professor.’
Not knowing what else to do, Lourds nodded and went to join Mullins.
‘He’s not exactly a Pollyanna, is he?’ Mullins asked when they were well away from Ersoz. ‘He thinks you’re a walking dead man.’
‘I guess he’s got reason to,’ Lourds responded. ‘My trip has been too eventful for his taste. And mine.’
‘A word of advice, Professor?’ Mullins glanced at Lourds.
‘Sure.’
Mullins flicked his gaze to the card in Lourds’ hand. ‘I wouldn’t trust the locals too much, if you know what I mean.’
‘Why?’
‘Everybody in this city has their own personal axe to grind. It would be a pity to see you get ground up as well.’
‘Believe me,’ Lourds said, ‘the last thing I intend to do is get ground up.’
‘So you really don’t know what those jokers wanted?’
Lourds lied without hesitation. ‘No.’
‘Weird, huh?’ Mullins grinned at him. ‘I got to hand it to you, Professor. You have a pair of stones. Most men wou
ld be ducking and running for cover after what you’ve been through. But here you are – ready to go and deliver those speeches to college students.’
‘Believe me, bravery isn’t why I’m staying here.’
‘Oh, so it’s a sense of duty? A promise to a friend?’
‘Something like that.’ More like a sense of curiosity.
Lourds stopped beside the sedan Mullins indicated in the parking area. As he waited for the man to open the door locks, he stared at the street. No one appeared interested in him. The gentle breeze carried a chill bite and the scent of spicy food. He didn’t know if he wanted food or a bed first. And he needed a shower and clean clothes.
Mullins must have caught him gazing around. ‘Paranoid, Professor?’
‘Maybe a little,’ Lourds admitted.
‘Will it help to know that we’re going to be keeping an eye on you for a while?’
‘Yes,’ Lourds lied. He was still suspicious of the way the state department had come to his rescue, and of the fact that they hadn’t had a bevy of questions of their own for him. That didn’t sound reasonable to him. And all the pros he had encountered here in Istanbul had made a point of telling him to be reasonable.
He slipped into the car seat and fastened his seat belt.
Central Intelligence Agency
Langley, Virginia
United States of America
17 March 2010
‘You’re telling me no one we know can read this book?’ Dawson demanded.
On the left section of the wallscreen in the command centre, Josiah Hedges looked beside himself with worry. He was in his early fifties and not used to coming up as empty as he was. He wore a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to mid-forearm. His tie hung at half-staff. A fringe of cottony white hair surrounded his bald pate.
‘No one that we’ve found, sir.’
‘And we have no idea what this book is even about?’
Hedges hesitated. ‘Architecture, sir?’
‘As our subject suggested?’
The analyst cringed just a little.
Dawson shook his head angrily. He’d slept on the flight back from Boston and had caught a couple of hours in his office while the Turkish police grilled Lourds, but he didn’t feel rested. In fact, the news from the chief cryptology analyst made the fatigue even worse.
‘We’re the CIA,’ Dawson said. ‘Nobody is supposed to be better than us at cracking codes.’
‘Sir,’ Hedges said, ‘in our defence, this isn’t just a code. This is a language.’
‘We have linguists. You have linguists.’
‘Yes, sir. We do. We’ve even got people who can read and write Ancient Greek like nobody’s business. But we all feel this isn’t just Ancient Greek. We think this is a coded version of Ancient Greek.’
‘Then break the code.’
‘We’re trying, sir. With a little more time-’
Dawson glared at the other half of the wallscreen. The state department representative Mullins was actually a CIA agent. While Lourds had been detained, Mullins had captured digital images of the old book the professor had tucked away in his backpack and uploaded them to Langley. The book was the only possible lead among the other things the backpack had contained.
‘Do you know who I report to, Hedges?’ Dawson asked.
Hedges swallowed with difficulty. ‘Yes, sir.’
‘Believe me when I say the pressure on this one rolls down from on high. If you don’t get this thing cracked – and soon – your next assignment is going to be in Antarctica. Am I making myself clear?’
‘Positively crystal, sir. But there is one upside, sir.’
‘Waiting to hear it,’ Dawson snarled.
‘If we’ve been unable to crack this code with all the software and manpower at our disposal here, sir, it’s most doubtful that anyone else will be able to.’
‘That’s not good enough. Get me that translation.’
‘Yes, sir.’
Dawson tapped one of the buttons on his headset and severed the communications link to Hedges. The section of the wallscreen showing the analyst blanked and the images of Lourds’ mysterious book filled the space. He picked up an air-mouse and clicked through the digitized pages. Looking at the symbols for the past hour had given him a headache. Then he cut to the wireless camera mounted in the sedan Lourds was presently riding in.
Lourds was sitting in the passenger seat, massaging his temples. The man didn’t look like a threat to national security. He didn’t even resemble an erudite Harvard scholar. He looked like a bum. He was dishevelled, unkempt, and dirty. But there was something about Lourds’ grey eyes that spoke of the intellect lying inside. He had translated documents no one else in the world had been able to.
Dawson tried to imagine what made the man so good at what he did, and couldn’t.
He’s lucky, Dawson thought. Everything’s that’s gone on since he arrived at Istanbul has proven that. He could have – maybe even should have – been dead a dozen times over.
Except, in that case, they would never have got their hands on the book. Dawson muttered a curse and wished that he knew what this chase was all about. He had the sense that Vice-President Webster knew, but the man wasn’t giving him a clue. Normally the vice-president kept him in the loop, but that wasn’t always the case.
Unable to stand still any longer, Dawson paced in front of the wallscreen. ‘Have we got audio and video inside Lourds’ hotel room?’
‘It’s going in now,’ one of the techs behind him answered.
‘Bring it online.’
The wallscreen shimmered and the view changed. In the blink of an eye, the book pages dissolved into a view of the inside of a hotel suite. Two men and a woman dressed in hotel staff uniforms worked quickly and efficiently inside the rooms.
‘Sequencing video,’ one of the techs said.
A series of perspectives cycled across the wallscreen. Dawson counted nine camera angles that provided differing and overlapping views of the suite’s living room, bedroom and bathroom.
‘All video is online,’ the tech reported. ‘Beginning audio check.’
Onscreen, the three techs walked through the suite conversing in normal voices. A few small adjustments were made to the audio gain before the system was declared satisfactory.
‘We have the hotel phone?’ Dawson asked.
‘First thing we did,’ the tech answered.
‘What about Lourds’ sat-phone?’
‘A clone application was installed before the phone was returned to him. We’ll be privy to all his incoming and outgoing calls, as well as to his answering service.’
Dawson relaxed a little. At least they had eyes-on. No matter what he did, Professor Thomas Lourds couldn’t make a move without them knowing it. Dawson just wished he knew why the vice-president was so interested in the man.
‘Where is Lourds?’ Dawson asked.
The upper-right corner of the wallscreen scrolled into a street map. Two locations marked 1 and 2 lit up. The number 2 was stationary while the number 1 was in motion. The car Mullins drove was equipped with GPS tracking.
‘Three minutes out, sir,’ one of the techs said.
‘We’re going to need about ten minutes to clean up in here,’ one of the hotel staff said. ‘Can you delay the arrival?’
‘Call Mullins and let him know,’ Dawson directed.
A moment later, the 1 changed directions, taking a left onto a side street away from the hotel. Dawson watched Lourds on screen and saw the professor sit up a little straighter.
‘Lourds knows Mullins is deviating from the hotel route,’ Dawson said. ‘Let Mullins know.’
In the car, Mullins turned to the professor and said, ‘I’ve got a quick stop to make, if you don’t mind.’
‘Of course,’ Lourds replied.
Two blocks farther on, Mullins parked the car at the side of the street and got out. ‘You mind staying put, Professor?’
‘Not at all.’
> Mullins nodded happily and walked into a small jewellery store. Lourds immediately reached into his backpack and brought out the mysterious book. He perused the pages, took out a small notebook and began making notes. He worked quickly and confidently.
Dawson paced anxiously. ‘Can we get an angle on what he’s writing?’
The camera views offered inside the car cycled through, but to no avail. Whatever Lourds worked on remained hidden.
A few minutes later the team on-site in the hotel suite radioed that they were cleared from the scene. Mullins confirmed the information, then came out of the shop carrying a small bag.
‘Looks like the professor’s working away,’ Mullins said on the way back to the car. ‘We could take what he’s got.’
Dawson thought about that. Whatever Lourds had seen was definitely more useful than anything the cryptology department had put together at the agency. He had to wonder if the few crumbs the professor had assembled would be enough to find the answers to translate the information in the book.
‘Well, how do you want to handle this?’ Mullins asked as he reached for the car door.
Lourds only then noticed Mullins at the door. Quietly, feigning disinterest and boredom, the professor put the book away and tucked his notebook into his shirt pocket.
Mullins slid in behind steering well.
Dawson took in a big breath and let it out. Guys like the professor liked to play things smart. He’d already stonewalled the Istanbul police. Playing things smart would also mean that Lourds had created a code of his own to keep his notes in. They had already seen evidence of that in the notes Mullins had found in the backpack. Since the guy was so good with languages, there might be more than one code.
‘No,’ Dawson answered. ‘Leave him room to run. We know where he is. We can pick him up anytime we’re ready.’
As he watched, Mullins started the car and eased out into traffic.
Eserin Crown Hotel
Sultanahmet District
Istanbul, Turkey
March 17, 2010
At the door to his suite, Lourds swiped the keycard through the slot, turned the handle, then eased into the dark room. He halted before he was halfway through the door. Someone was inside. Or had only just left. The smell of expensive perfume lingered in the air. As interesting as that scent was, and perhaps familiar, he didn’t feel like trying his luck. The trip to Istanbul – except for the interesting manuscript – was turning out to be something of a surprise.
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