asked.
She shook her head.
âDoes Ludlow know about it?â
âHe did,â she said softly. Her face tightened.
âWhat do you mean?â Gil asked.
He waited for her answer, knowing she was about to put into words what he already suspected.
âLudlowâs dead,â she said simply and turned to slip the browned piece of paper back into its zip-lock bag.
Gil grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her to face him. The fragile piece of antiquity fluttered to the floor. Sabbie gasped.
âWhat do you mean, heâs dead?â Gil demanded.
âHeâs dead, okay? Heâs dead. Thatâs all there is to it.â
âNo, itâs not okay and thatâs not all there is to it. I have a right to know what happened to him, you know. I mean, after all, I knew the old guy. You canât just say heâs dead and leave it at that,â Gil retorted.
Sabbieâs heart pounded in her neck but her voice remained steady. Her face betrayed no emotion whatsoever.
âFirst of all,â she began, âyou only met Ludlow once, thatâs all. You didnât know him. If you could even think of him as âthe old guy,â you didnât know him.â
She stooped and carefully retrieved the brown piece of paper from the floor. Still, with gloved hands, she lovingly sealed it in its thin plastic bag.
She continued in the same irritating cool manner. âSecond, in your self-indulgent temper tantrum just now, you could have destroyed the very thing âthe old guy,â as you put it, gave his life for.â
Gil stared at the ancient paper. He wanted to know all that she wasnât telling him. Asking her was useless. Worse than useless. Whatever Sabbie knew about Ludlowâs death, she wasnât about to reveal to him. Whatever she was feeling, she was not about to reveal either. Always in control. Oh, how heâd love to see her break. Just once.
Apparently finished with the conversation, Sabbie turned and walked to the other side of the room to return the ancient paper to the wall safe.
Images of Ludlow lying dead from a dozen causes flashed across Gilâs mind. A deep sadness washed over him. Poor old guy .
Remembering Sabbieâs belittlement of the phrase, Gil raised a third finger in the air toward the back Sabbie had turned toward him. It was a stupid, impotent gesture but, save for smacking her in the head, it was all he had available to him at the moment.
God, what a bitch she was.
Chapter 18
Later that morning
Office of the Translator
It only took four steps to cross the tiny office. Gil had been pacing for an hour and, as far as he could figure, he must have covered the same ground several hundred times.
Where the hell is she? She canât keep disappearing like this.
He had found Eliasâ message! It was right there in the message he had hidden in the binding. Not a number substitution, not a word frequency count. Nothing a code breaker would have looked for. This was a cybersleuthâs kind of pattern. It made you work for the pleasure of the discovery and, once you nailed it, it put you to work all over again.
The sound of the door opening stopped Gil mid-pace.
âWhere the hell have youâ¦â
âUh uh uh,â DeVris said as he entered. He shook his index finger in mock rebuke. âThou shalt not curse within these hallowed halls.â
âSorry, I didnât expect you.â
âObviously.â
DeVris sorted through a stack of books on the floor. He opened each volume and riffled through the pages.
âEverything okay?â Gil asked. He had not seen the Director since his first day at the Museum. At the time, he had seemed quite imposing. Now, outside the confines of his richly decorated office, DeVris looked a great deal less impressive.
âDo me a favor,â the Director said, pointing to Sabbieâs old oak desk. âReach into the top right-hand drawer and see if thereâs a
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