Adrian hadn’t been able to answer Gregor then, and he certainly wasn’t going to answer this groundskeeper now. Not because Adrian didn’t know the answer; that, in short, was the entire thesis of Charles’s paper. The last paper he’d written before he’d died.

An insane, absurd, fanciful thesis, about who Paul Revere really was, and what he was trying to achieve. And what, if the engraving meant what Charles thought it had meant, Revere had achieved.

Adrian took one last look at the coaster, then shoved it, along with the spectrum analyzer, into his backpack and headed for the stairs leading down into the church.

“Where are you going, Professor?”

Adrian didn’t answer. His mind was already somewhere else. Across the city, to a place where he might find more answers.

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

I’ll be there in twenty. Keep the bodies warm for me, Detective.”

Agent Zack Lindwell hung up his cell phone and slipped it back into his jacket pocket, right next to his badge. The phone felt warm through his jacket and shirt, which made sense, because it hadn’t been a short phone call. Getting information out of Danny Marsh over a cell phone was like trying to pry a renaissance masterpiece out of its gilded frame; eventually, you just had to take a razor to it to get the damn thing loose.

It had taken ten minutes just to get the detective to give him the most basic details of the new crime scene at the South Boston warehouse, and that was before the detective had even gotten around to mentioning the unique state of the two victims. This time, the ME was already on the scene, but from what Marsh had told Zack, the ME wasn’t going to be much help until he’d gotten the results of his toxicology reports. The way the bodies were piling up, by then they’d all be finding themselves dodging national news vans and network television anchors.