“It never occurred to your parents to introduce the Inisi to various other religions or worldviews?”

“Such as what?”

“Islam. Judaism. Hinduism. Or simply the acceptance of the universe as it is.”

Abby looked confused. “No. Why would they? None of those is going to lead you to God.”

Marshall perked up noticeably. “Really? Why would you say that?”

“Because Jesus is the only way to God. Only he died and was resurrected to redeem humanity from its sin.”

“And what about Judaism?”

“You mean in the Old Testament?”

“No, in the modern world.”

“There’s no point in being Jewish if one doesn’t accept the Messiah, is there?”

Marshall seemed uncomfortable with the response. She shifted in her seat. “And what about Muhammad?”

“Muhammad is a false prophet. I feel terrible for all the people who have followed him all these centuries.”

“And the Eastern religions—Hinduism, Buddhism…”

“Are all false. They all claim that salvation comes through enlightenment. But enlightenment doesn’t save anyone from their sins. Only Jesus does.”

“And what if there is no God?”

Abby laughed. “Some people do believe that, I understand. I don’t know how, though. It’s silly.”

Marshall turned to the camera. “Well, some strong opinions coming from the jungle in New Guinea.” She turned back to Abby. “So, Abby, do you plan to return to New Guinea?”

“Yes, of course I’ll return to the Inisi. They’re my tribe.”

“I can tell. It must feel strange being in a country where no one practices Christianity anymore.”

“Yes.” She hesitated for a moment, a look of disbelief passing over her face. “Is that really true—that no one believes in Christ? My grandfather Ray—”

“Christianity is a dead religion here.”

Abby seemed unnerved, fidgeting in her seat. The host looked at the camera. “So many surprises when you emerge from the jungle.” She turned back to her guest. “Abby Caldwell, thanks so much for joining us this morning.”

Alistair was right. The woman was a fascinating sociological study, perhaps the only one of her kind. “Alistair, disconnect with—”

And then it hit me. “My grandfather Ray.”

“Alistair,” I said hurriedly, “replay the interview.”

“Starting at what point?”

“Starting with…the first proper name mentioned.”

Gabrielle Marshall spoke. “I understand you’re staying with your cousin, Congresswoman Lauren Caldwell of Texas.”

Lauren Caldwell. Ray4306 had sent his message to a Lauren.

“Alistair, next name.”

Abby spoke. “Right now I’m at the Omni Hotel.”

“Next,” I instructed. “People only.”

“In Washington I’m staying with Lauren.”

“Next.”

“So your parents, Sam and Emily, were—”

“Stop. Discontinue program.”

Ray 4306 had sent his message to a Sam as well. Sam. Lauren. Grandfather Ray. The message my father had received concerned this family. It had to be. The names couldn’t be coincidental. Grandfather Ray had sent the message to my father, Abby’s father, and Abby’s congresswoman cousin.

I had to find Abigail Caldwell.