If Israel were to attack Iran, we wouldnât have known about it in advance, which gives us Washingtonâs favorite state of affairs: plausible deniability.â
âGreat! I should have stayed home. The parish priest life is starting to look just fine.â
âWell, it seems that youâve been called on to do a lot more than an average parish priest.â
âWhatâs your take, Toby?â
âHave you considered that your higher-ups may be playing you?â
Kevin thought about that for a few seconds. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. âWhy would they do that?â
âI donât know. But I suspect theyâre not telling you everything.â
If thatâs even remotely true , Kevin thought, Iâm outta here . His next thought was even more chilling. What if Iâm being framed, set up as a scapegoat for something?
âIâll look into it,â Kevin finally said.
âIâm sure you will, pal, but Iâve got another problem. Given what we uncovered here, I canât sit on it. I have no choice but to send this stuff to Defense and the White House, especially since June 3rd, the date on the encrypted note you sent me, is only a couple of days away. Since the lead came from you, your name will be smeared all over this.â
Kevin shook his head. Damn! âDo what you have to, Toby.â
Kevin hung up, hoping the pause and quiet would calm him. It didnât. Cardinal Porter had mentioned the Israel-Iran war which Opus Mundi might use to justify fulfilling a prophecy and taking over the Vatican. But could the Vatican, or Opus Mundi, for that matter, be involved in this, in starting the war? If so, had they told him everything? And what was his role in it?
Tobyâs questions about his role in this rang loud and clear. Was he being played? How could the whole thing possibly have eluded him? His temper was now ready to burst, and he knew how dangerous that could be. There was only one way to get some answers: Cardinal Porter.
While he was still fuming, his blood pressure rising, Kevinâs mind quickly turned to Katieâs dilemma. He couldnât ask Toby for anything else right now, so he decided to do some research himself. He googled Greg Maggio. Precious little came up. He was a member of the Sons of Italy organization and had been involved in various import/export businesses that mostly traded with Italy. A couple of awards, a wife, then a divorce. Nothing else. Consolidated Investors United produced precisely nothing.
Kevin closed his laptop and went back to stewing about why he was here in Rome.
Chapter Twelve
Rome, Italy
Kevin always had to have the last word.
âI quit,â he said as he walked into Cardinal Porterâs office. Without being invited, heâd barged in and flung himself in the chair facing Porterâs desk. He took note of the ornate, gaudy trappings, a gold and white Vatican flag, a Louis XVI desk, an assortment of gaudy baubles and gewgaws, high ceilings, and a communications array on the desk thatâd make a general proud. Kevin thought he was perfect in his new role. It was good to be a prince of the Church.
âWhatâs going on, Kevin?â Porter asked, sitting down at the desk. The cardinal was dressed in a simple black cassock, a ribbon of red buttons signaling his lofty post in the hierarchy. His gray hair was combed immaculately, and was a cloud obscuring his blue eyes.
âI donât have all the details, and I donât know what the hell Iâm doing here. I want out. I canât do an assignment like this half-assed, and thatâs how itâs turning out.â Kevin felt his anger festering at a dangerously high level. He was fighting to keep it in check.
âCalm down. Please.â Porter inhaled deeply. âWhat specifically is bothering you?â
âIâll tell you, cardinal. I think I was brought here as some kind of scapegoat or
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