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.Bending at the waist, Osman scooped him up in his arms and held him close.“You must always remember, little one, that you were named for the Bringer of the Light.”Moshe Benaroya, standing beside them, placed a comforting hand upon his tousled head.“Do not fear the Light, Merkür.For it will lead you to your life’s purpose.”Osman de Léon never returned from the station.And neither man ever returned from Auschwitz.As the throng of “passengers” bound for Poland were marched through Plateia Eleftherias—Freedom Square—the citizens of Thessaloniki stood silent.Yes, some cried.And a few helplessly shook their heads as the bedraggled stream of humanity passed before them.But no one raised a gun, a finger, or even a voice in protest.Mercurius and his mother stood silent with the other bystanders.Terrified, the entire time he’d clutched her leg.Overhead, cotton clouds turned bloodred, saturated with the rays of the setting sun.Day was dying, and he feared a new day would never dawn.It did.But not before three thousand Jews and one Ma’min Muslim had been tightly packed onto the waiting train, leaving behind their property, their history, and their cherished memories of the “new Jerusalem.”Over the course of that heartbreaking spring, nearly forty-five thousand Jews from Thessaloniki were transported to Auschwitz.Most, when they first arrived, were handed a bar of soap and sent directly to the “showers.”Lost in the horrific memory from that long-ago spring night, Mercurius raised the small cup of Turkish coffee to his lips and took a measured sip.On that fateful day in 1943 when the unexpected knock sounded at the front door, he’d been taught an indelible lesson.that evil is birthed in silence.CHAPTER 13“I don’t care what the homicide detective told us,” Edie said as she walked into the living room of her Adams Morgan row house.“I’m not buying that it was a crime of passion.It was.I don’t know, too much like an execution.An aggrieved lover wouldn’t kill from a distance.A person consumed with jealous rage would have stabbed Jason Lovett thirty or forty times.At least that’s how it always plays out on those true-life crime shows.”Carrying a brown paper bag, Caedmon followed in her wake.“I, too, am lukewarm to the scenario concocted by the police.However, there’s a possibility that it was an act of violence aimed at the Freemasons.The group has incurred many enemies over the centuries.”“Again.Doesn’t ring true,” Edie countered, taking the paper bag from him.“The lecture was open to the general public.And if someone was PO’d at the Freemasons, wouldn’t they have gone on a rampage?”As she spoke, Edie removed several food containers from the bag and placed them on an oversized bronze platter.Supported underneath by a matched pair of Indian stone elephants, the gigantic platter did double duty as a coffee table.Her next-door neighbor Garrett never failed to mention that her living room looked like the inside of the bottle from I Dream of Jeannie.Caedmon was too much the gentleman to comment.Having spent several weeks at his Paris flat, she knew that he preferred the dark woods and fabrics one expected to find in an English library.With her free hand, Edie gestured to the plastic containers of sushi and the small sake bottle.“I’ll serve up the fish while you pour the libations.” Garrett had just returned from a business trip to Tokyo and had smuggled a couple of bottles of sake in his luggage.Anxious to give the stuff a test drive, she placed two demitasse cups on the platter next to the cerulean blue bottle.Caedmon seated himself on the velvet sofa.About to plop down on the sisal carpet, Edie, instead, cocked an ear toward the doorway.Hearing the whhrr and hum of the fax machine, she said, “Sounds like we’ve got an incoming.What do you wanna bet that’s the fax you were expecting?”“Trent is, if anything, dependable.”“Stay put.I’ll go check.” Motioning him to remain seated, Edie walked across the hall to her home office.Sure enough, there were several sheets of white paper in front of the fax machine.Earlier in the day, Caedmon had contacted his old group leader at MI5 to request a background dossier on Jason Lovett.Must be nice to have friends in high places.In addition to the faxed sheets of paper, she snatched her laptop computer before heading back to the living room.She set the laptop on the sofa, then, holding the fax aloft, said, “Do you want to read it or should I?”Caedmon’s brow slightly furrowed.“Er, by all means,” he deferred, indicating that she should do the honors.Seeing that creased forehead, Edie belatedly realized she’d overstepped her bounds.She handed him the faxed sheets of paper.“On second thought, it is addressed to you.”A tad self-conscious, Edie seated herself on the floor and made a big to-do out of opening the food containers.Stilted interludes like that made her wonder how they were ever going to make a transatlantic relationship work.Because of the lengthy amounts of time spent apart, when they did hook up, it often seemed as if they reverted to square one—the awkward “getting to know you” stage.Off-kilter conversations.Mumbled apologies.Sharing the bathroom! The only time they were in sync was in bed.However, man cannot live by bed alone.Amused, Edie giggled.Caedmon glanced up.“Care to share the joke?”“Nope.So, what’s the scoop on the dearly departed archaeologist? Any deep, dark secrets?”Setting the fax aside, Caedmon shook his head.“No red flags if that’s what you’re asking.According to the dossier, Jason Lovett had a bachelor’s degree in cartography and two advanced degrees in archaeology.After graduation, he spent some time in Key West working with the Fisher team trying to locate shipwrecked Spanish galleys.”“Politely put, he was a professional treasure hunter.” Ravenous, she used a chopstick to smear a healthy amount of wasabi on top of several sushi rolls.That done, she opened a packet of soy sauce with her teeth, slathering it over the green-coated rolls.“Which begs the question.Do you think the fabled Templar treasure is really as big as Lovett claimed?”“I don’t know if it would be worth so staggering a sum as a hundred billion dollars [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Bending at the waist, Osman scooped him up in his arms and held him close.“You must always remember, little one, that you were named for the Bringer of the Light.”Moshe Benaroya, standing beside them, placed a comforting hand upon his tousled head.“Do not fear the Light, Merkür.For it will lead you to your life’s purpose.”Osman de Léon never returned from the station.And neither man ever returned from Auschwitz.As the throng of “passengers” bound for Poland were marched through Plateia Eleftherias—Freedom Square—the citizens of Thessaloniki stood silent.Yes, some cried.And a few helplessly shook their heads as the bedraggled stream of humanity passed before them.But no one raised a gun, a finger, or even a voice in protest.Mercurius and his mother stood silent with the other bystanders.Terrified, the entire time he’d clutched her leg.Overhead, cotton clouds turned bloodred, saturated with the rays of the setting sun.Day was dying, and he feared a new day would never dawn.It did.But not before three thousand Jews and one Ma’min Muslim had been tightly packed onto the waiting train, leaving behind their property, their history, and their cherished memories of the “new Jerusalem.”Over the course of that heartbreaking spring, nearly forty-five thousand Jews from Thessaloniki were transported to Auschwitz.Most, when they first arrived, were handed a bar of soap and sent directly to the “showers.”Lost in the horrific memory from that long-ago spring night, Mercurius raised the small cup of Turkish coffee to his lips and took a measured sip.On that fateful day in 1943 when the unexpected knock sounded at the front door, he’d been taught an indelible lesson.that evil is birthed in silence.CHAPTER 13“I don’t care what the homicide detective told us,” Edie said as she walked into the living room of her Adams Morgan row house.“I’m not buying that it was a crime of passion.It was.I don’t know, too much like an execution.An aggrieved lover wouldn’t kill from a distance.A person consumed with jealous rage would have stabbed Jason Lovett thirty or forty times.At least that’s how it always plays out on those true-life crime shows.”Carrying a brown paper bag, Caedmon followed in her wake.“I, too, am lukewarm to the scenario concocted by the police.However, there’s a possibility that it was an act of violence aimed at the Freemasons.The group has incurred many enemies over the centuries.”“Again.Doesn’t ring true,” Edie countered, taking the paper bag from him.“The lecture was open to the general public.And if someone was PO’d at the Freemasons, wouldn’t they have gone on a rampage?”As she spoke, Edie removed several food containers from the bag and placed them on an oversized bronze platter.Supported underneath by a matched pair of Indian stone elephants, the gigantic platter did double duty as a coffee table.Her next-door neighbor Garrett never failed to mention that her living room looked like the inside of the bottle from I Dream of Jeannie.Caedmon was too much the gentleman to comment.Having spent several weeks at his Paris flat, she knew that he preferred the dark woods and fabrics one expected to find in an English library.With her free hand, Edie gestured to the plastic containers of sushi and the small sake bottle.“I’ll serve up the fish while you pour the libations.” Garrett had just returned from a business trip to Tokyo and had smuggled a couple of bottles of sake in his luggage.Anxious to give the stuff a test drive, she placed two demitasse cups on the platter next to the cerulean blue bottle.Caedmon seated himself on the velvet sofa.About to plop down on the sisal carpet, Edie, instead, cocked an ear toward the doorway.Hearing the whhrr and hum of the fax machine, she said, “Sounds like we’ve got an incoming.What do you wanna bet that’s the fax you were expecting?”“Trent is, if anything, dependable.”“Stay put.I’ll go check.” Motioning him to remain seated, Edie walked across the hall to her home office.Sure enough, there were several sheets of white paper in front of the fax machine.Earlier in the day, Caedmon had contacted his old group leader at MI5 to request a background dossier on Jason Lovett.Must be nice to have friends in high places.In addition to the faxed sheets of paper, she snatched her laptop computer before heading back to the living room.She set the laptop on the sofa, then, holding the fax aloft, said, “Do you want to read it or should I?”Caedmon’s brow slightly furrowed.“Er, by all means,” he deferred, indicating that she should do the honors.Seeing that creased forehead, Edie belatedly realized she’d overstepped her bounds.She handed him the faxed sheets of paper.“On second thought, it is addressed to you.”A tad self-conscious, Edie seated herself on the floor and made a big to-do out of opening the food containers.Stilted interludes like that made her wonder how they were ever going to make a transatlantic relationship work.Because of the lengthy amounts of time spent apart, when they did hook up, it often seemed as if they reverted to square one—the awkward “getting to know you” stage.Off-kilter conversations.Mumbled apologies.Sharing the bathroom! The only time they were in sync was in bed.However, man cannot live by bed alone.Amused, Edie giggled.Caedmon glanced up.“Care to share the joke?”“Nope.So, what’s the scoop on the dearly departed archaeologist? Any deep, dark secrets?”Setting the fax aside, Caedmon shook his head.“No red flags if that’s what you’re asking.According to the dossier, Jason Lovett had a bachelor’s degree in cartography and two advanced degrees in archaeology.After graduation, he spent some time in Key West working with the Fisher team trying to locate shipwrecked Spanish galleys.”“Politely put, he was a professional treasure hunter.” Ravenous, she used a chopstick to smear a healthy amount of wasabi on top of several sushi rolls.That done, she opened a packet of soy sauce with her teeth, slathering it over the green-coated rolls.“Which begs the question.Do you think the fabled Templar treasure is really as big as Lovett claimed?”“I don’t know if it would be worth so staggering a sum as a hundred billion dollars [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]