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Chapters (48)
  1. PART ONE The Door of Death
  2. 1. London
  3. 2. Jerusalem
  4. 3. Jerusalem
  5. 4. Vatican City
  6. 5. Vatican City
  7. 6. Vatican City
  8. 7. Rome
  9. 8. Venice
  10. 9. Jerusalem
  11. PART TWO Dr. Gachet’s Daughter
  12. 10. Ein Kerem, Jerusalem
  13. 11. London
  14. 12. Tel Megiddo, Israel
  15. 13. London
  16. 14. The Marais, Paris
  17. 15. The Marais, Paris
  18. 16. McLean, Virginia
  19. 17. Georgetown
  20. 18. London
  21. 19. London
  22. 20. London
  23. 21. London
  24. PART THREE The Night Journey
  25. 22. Harbor Island, Bahamas
  26. 23. Off the Bahamas
  27. 24. Gustavia, Saint-Barthélemy
  28. 25. Gustavia, Saint-Barthélemy
  29. 26. Pointe Mangin, Saint-Barthélemy
  30. 27. Gustavia Harbor, Saint-Barthélemy
  31. 28. CIA Headquarters
  32. 29. Off Saint Maarten
  33. 30. Saint Maarten
  34. 31. Kloten, Switzerland
  35. 32. Zurich
  36. 33. Zug, Switzerland
  37. 34. Canton Uri, Switzerland
  38. 35. Canton Uri, Switzerland
  39. 36. Zug, Switzerland
  40. 37. Vatican City
  41. 38. Rome
  42. PART FOUR The Witness
  43. 39. Washington
  44. 40. Tiberias, Israel
  45. 41. Paris: August
  46. 42. Istanbul: August
  47. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  48. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

“We have more than secret detention facilities in eastern Europe. They’ll get a proper burial, which is more than they deserve. And maybe some day, when this war without end is actually over, we’ll be able to tell one of their relatives where they can claim the bones.” Carter smoothed his mustache. “You have one, don’t you?”

“What’s that?”

“A secret cemetery? Somewhere out in the Jordan Valley?”

Gabriel took a long look into his rearview mirror but said nothing.

“How many bodies, Gabriel? Do you remember?”

“Of course I remember.”

“How many then? The team needs to know where to look.”

Gabriel told him. Two in the four-wheel-drive. Two in the clearing in front of the chalet. One in the first-floor window. One in the second-floor window. Two in the center hall. Two at the bottom of the stairs. And Muhammad.

“Eleven men,” Carter said. “We’ll run their names. We’ll find out who they were and what they were planning. But I think it’s safe to assume right now that you took down a major cell tonight, along with a very senior man in bin Shafiq’s operation.”

“We didn’t get the one we wanted.”

“Something tells me you’ll find him.”

“At least two of them were Europeans, and Uzi heard one of them speaking in a Swiss-German accent.”

“I’m afraid they’ll be buried with the jihadists. I suppose it’s how they would have wanted it.” Carter glanced at his watch. “Can’t you drive any faster?”

“I’m going eighty, Adrian. How much did you tell the Secret Service?”

“I told them we have alarmingly credible evidence that the forces of global jihad are planning to attack the president at the Vatican this afternoon. Heavy emphasis was placed on the words ‘alarmingly credible evidence.’ Secret Service got the message loud and clear, and I hope to have a moment or two with the president later this morning. He’s staying at the ambassador’s residence.”

“He might want to consider canceling.”

“That isn’t going to happen,” Carter said. “The Vatican is now the most visible symbol in the world of the dangers of Islamic terrorism. This president isn’t going to pass up a chance to reinforce his message on that stage.”

“He’s going to get an earful from Lucchesi.”

“He’s ready for it,” Carter said. “As for security, Secret Service is already making arrangements with the Italians to change the president’s travel plans. Coincidentally, they were thinking about it before they received my call. Rome is a mess. They’re expecting two million people in the streets today.”

“How are they going to get him into the Vatican?”