Part 39 (1/2)
Jake's eyes opened.
”I'll tell you what they wanted. The rabbi kept demanding the remains of the hero of Masada.”
Masada Max.
Whom we'd left in a loculus not twenty feet from them.
”Will they search the tomb?”
”What do you think?” An ornery ten-year-old.
I refused to be sucked in by Jake's foul mood.
”I think it depends on whether they saw us with the hockey bag.”
”Give the lady a big gold star.”
The little lady.
Jake lowered his arm and stared at his clenched fist. For a few seconds, no one spoke.
I broke the silence.
”There's more, Jake.”
Jake looked at me. I noticed that his pupils had equalized.
”I dislodged a rock climbing up from the lower chamber. There's a recess behind the tunnel wall that's completely closed off.”
”Right.” Scornful. ”A hidden loculus.”
”When I s.h.i.+ned the flashlight inside, I saw what looked like old fabric.”
”You're serious?” Jake struggled to sit up.
I nodded.
”There's no question that tomb dates to the first century. The ossuaries prove that. Textiles from that period have been found in the desert, but never in Jerusalem.”
”If you promise not to take my head off, I'll tell you the rest.”
Jake lay back on his pillow.
”I think the fabric may be a shroud.”
”No way.”
”I also saw bones.”
”Human?”
I nodded.
At that moment a nurse came through the door, rubber heels squeaking on the s.h.i.+ny gray tile. When she'd finished checking Jake she turned to me.
”You must leave now. This patient needs rest.”
Jake struggled up onto his elbows. ”We've got to get back out there,” he said to me.
”Lie down, Mr. Drum.” The nurse placed hands on Jake's shoulders and applied pressure.
Jake resisted.
The nurse gave him a look that suggested rubber hoses were next.
Jake yielded.
The nurse looked at me.
”Now.” Her tone suggested rubber hoses for visitors.
I patted Jake's arm.
”I'll go back out first thing in the morning.”
”It can't wait.”
Nurse Ratchet glared my way.
I stepped back from the bed.
Jake raised his head from the pillow and spit one last word.
”Now!” Sounding just like Nurse Ratchet.
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Ryan phoned INP headquarters from the hospital lobby. I was too preoccupied to pay much attention.
How would I find my way back to the Kidron? Who would help me once I got to the tomb? I couldn't ask Ryan. He was here on police business. Friedman was taking time out of his schedule to help him. Ryan needed to focus on Kaplan.
”Friedman's coming,” Ryan said, flipping the cover on his rented mobile.
”He's finished with Kaplan?”
”He's giving the gentleman time to reflect.”
”Kaplan thinks he's been arrested because of Litvak's necklace?”