to see what Justin Dickerson was working on that would so
consume the maniacal little woman, Hannah, that she would want Justin dead.
Ending
Justin’s life had so consumed Hannah that she had forgot about helping him. He
thought he knew some of what Justin was working on because she had called him
and questioned him about the Book of Enoch. But he had thought wrong. What he
found out was more than what he bargained for.
He
sat in his green, topless Jeep Wrangler in the tangle of jungle growth at the
foothills of the low, thickly forested mountains of Belize. From there, every
day, he’d watch the excavation site that surrounded the main pyramid.
Leaning
back in the jeep, with his legs hanging over the door he peered at Logan
through his binoculars.
He
was going to use her to lure Justin to him.
Simon
had truly learned to like Justin when he first forged their friendship even
though it had been predicated on an arrangement with Hannah. But those
feelings were long lost. Now he just wanted her dead. And he knew that if he
ever saw her again, dead is what she would be.
Pulling
his eyes away from the binoculars he glanced over at his glove compartment
where he kept his gun. Smiling he thought , Justin wouldn’t have it so lucky. Nothing as quick or impersonal as being shot. No. He wanted to see death in her
eyes as it crept up on her. He wanted to feel her soft skin as he wrapped his
fingers around her throat . . .
Putting
Logan back in his site, he saw her as she stood speaking to one of the workers
on the outside edge of the square grids marked off with orange string. She was
smiling, doing her job. A newly minted archaeologist. And she had fit in with
his plans perfectly.
Dr.
Hannah Abelson, when she was first hired at Case Western Reserve University as
a Professor Emeritus of Semitic, had recruited him to watch Justin. She was
hard pressed to find out whether Justin knew about a set of manuscripts found
with the Dead Sea Scrolls in 1997. Hannah had left Israel and moved to
Cleveland in order to keep tabs on Justin. It was just that serious to her. And
she refused to tell him what the manuscripts contained, how Justin might know
about them, or her interest in them. But it hadn’t mattered, Hannah turned out
to be an unexpected ally in what he wanted to do.
And
he and Justin became fast friends. Ten years his senior, she had a personality
that had a youthful edge, and her smile was warm and genuine. He soon learned
that she had a good heart and loyal to a fault to her friends. And she was
smart.
And
what had made him and Justin kindred spirits was her belief in God and how she
had professed her love for Him even in her choice of professions. They had
enjoyed long, erudite discussions about the creation of man as opposed to
evolution and the proof of it that she had spent years digging up. And as it
turned out, she never mentioned anything about the manuscripts. And what he observed was that he liked Justin and soon forgot all about Hannah’s covert snooping
mission. It became more like a joke to him - that is until Hannah found out
about Justin’s book.
He
pulled his legs inside the jeep and set up. Logan had finished talking with the
worker and was headed toward the pyramid. He watched her as she walked up the
steps of Caana – the largest pyramid – and disappear inside. He watched her
every move, every day. Just waiting. And each day for the first two weeks he
had watched her walk into the pyramid and then come back out hours later. And
after she left he’d go in and try to figure out what she would do in there by
herself for hours at a time. And each night, searching in the dark and trying
not to wake her team sleeping in the tents that surrounded the site, he saw
nothing she could have be doing all day. Now, with no reason she had changed
her routine.
She
was as sneaky as her mother.
The
smart Biblical archaeologist, Dr. Justin Dickerson had turned from a
respectable biblical archaeologist to a
consume the maniacal little woman, Hannah, that she would want Justin dead.
Ending
Justin’s life had so consumed Hannah that she had forgot about helping him. He
thought he knew some of what Justin was working on because she had called him
and questioned him about the Book of Enoch. But he had thought wrong. What he
found out was more than what he bargained for.
He
sat in his green, topless Jeep Wrangler in the tangle of jungle growth at the
foothills of the low, thickly forested mountains of Belize. From there, every
day, he’d watch the excavation site that surrounded the main pyramid.
Leaning
back in the jeep, with his legs hanging over the door he peered at Logan
through his binoculars.
He
was going to use her to lure Justin to him.
Simon
had truly learned to like Justin when he first forged their friendship even
though it had been predicated on an arrangement with Hannah. But those
feelings were long lost. Now he just wanted her dead. And he knew that if he
ever saw her again, dead is what she would be.
Pulling
his eyes away from the binoculars he glanced over at his glove compartment
where he kept his gun. Smiling he thought , Justin wouldn’t have it so lucky. Nothing as quick or impersonal as being shot. No. He wanted to see death in her
eyes as it crept up on her. He wanted to feel her soft skin as he wrapped his
fingers around her throat . . .
Putting
Logan back in his site, he saw her as she stood speaking to one of the workers
on the outside edge of the square grids marked off with orange string. She was
smiling, doing her job. A newly minted archaeologist. And she had fit in with
his plans perfectly.
Dr.
Hannah Abelson, when she was first hired at Case Western Reserve University as
a Professor Emeritus of Semitic, had recruited him to watch Justin. She was
hard pressed to find out whether Justin knew about a set of manuscripts found
with the Dead Sea Scrolls in 1997. Hannah had left Israel and moved to
Cleveland in order to keep tabs on Justin. It was just that serious to her. And
she refused to tell him what the manuscripts contained, how Justin might know
about them, or her interest in them. But it hadn’t mattered, Hannah turned out
to be an unexpected ally in what he wanted to do.
And
he and Justin became fast friends. Ten years his senior, she had a personality
that had a youthful edge, and her smile was warm and genuine. He soon learned
that she had a good heart and loyal to a fault to her friends. And she was
smart.
And
what had made him and Justin kindred spirits was her belief in God and how she
had professed her love for Him even in her choice of professions. They had
enjoyed long, erudite discussions about the creation of man as opposed to
evolution and the proof of it that she had spent years digging up. And as it
turned out, she never mentioned anything about the manuscripts. And what he observed was that he liked Justin and soon forgot all about Hannah’s covert snooping
mission. It became more like a joke to him - that is until Hannah found out
about Justin’s book.
He
pulled his legs inside the jeep and set up. Logan had finished talking with the
worker and was headed toward the pyramid. He watched her as she walked up the
steps of Caana – the largest pyramid – and disappear inside. He watched her
every move, every day. Just waiting. And each day for the first two weeks he
had watched her walk into the pyramid and then come back out hours later. And
after she left he’d go in and try to figure out what she would do in there by
herself for hours at a time. And each night, searching in the dark and trying
not to wake her team sleeping in the tents that surrounded the site, he saw
nothing she could have be doing all day. Now, with no reason she had changed
her routine.
She
was as sneaky as her mother.
The
smart Biblical archaeologist, Dr. Justin Dickerson had turned from a
respectable biblical archaeologist to a
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