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Well, at least not much. Rasouli mentioned the Book and the Codex at the end, but he didn’t tell Ledger what they were.”
    “Hunh. That’s interesting as shit,” said Vox sourly. “What did they talk about?”
    “Some nonsense about bombs.”
    “What kind of bombs?”
    “Nuclear bombs.”
    There was a heavy silence at the other end of the line. “Really.” Vox said it more like a statement than a question. “Tell me exactly what they said.”
    As well as he could, LaRoque repeated the conversation between Jalil Rasouli and Captain Joe Ledger. Vox did not interrupt, and when LaRoque was done there was another ponderous silence.
    “It’s not our concern,” LaRoque said into the silence.
    “Yeah,” said Vox, “I think it fucking well is.”
    “I don’t care about that sort of thing. All I care about is whether Rasouli signs the Holy Agreement so we can get back to business.”
    “Seriously?” asked Vox. “I mean, holy shit, Charlie, I knew that you were no rocket scientist, kid, but I didn’t think you were actually challenged. Rasouli is bending you over a barrel and dropping his shorts.”
    “Nonsense.”
    “You said that he gave a flash drive to Ledger. How do you know that it doesn’t have the whole damn story of the Agreement on it? It could have the name of every Scriptor and Murshid, every action taken by the Red Order and the Tariqa for the last eight hundred years. You gave Rasouli that information.”
    “Not all of it,” LaRoque said defensively, and despite what he’d said to Vox he was beginning to think the uncouth American traitor might be correct.
    “Enough of it, damn it. Enough to have you stood against a wall and shot. Christ, Charlie, if this gets out old ladies and nuns will want to cut your balls off, let alone the Americans and NATO. You should never have—”
    “Stop lecturing me, Hugo. I don’t appreciate it and—”
    “What would you prefer I do? Leave you to the wolves? Your father and grandfather were friends of mine. I made promises to them that I’d always be there for you, no matter what.”
    “You mean, ‘no matter what silly insane Charles did’?”
    “If the shoe fits, kid.”
    LaRoque looked out the window, trying to catch his reflection in the smoked glass. He needed to see one of his other faces. One of the stronger ones. Or, maybe the face of the old priest. As the car rounded a corner to follow Ledger, LaRoque thought he caught a glimpse of the wizened features of the priest. Just a flash and then it was gone.
    It was enough, though. It steadied him.
    He drew a breath and let it out audibly. “Very well, Hugo. What do you advise?”
    “Good,” Vox said, and LaRoque wondered if the American had also seen the priest. Could Vox do that, he wondered. Did the priest appear to everyone? Or to a chosen few? Or just to him?
    “Let’s go on the assumption that Rasouli gave Ledger information that could hurt the Order,” said Vox. “Start there ’cause that gives us a game plan for safety.”
    “What plan is that?”
    “A very simple one because we need to do two things and they can both be done at the same time,” said Vox. “We have to get the flash drive back and we have to kill Joe Ledger.”
    “Only that?”
    Vox paused. “To start, yeah. Then we have to decide what to do about—”
    Suddenly Vox’s words disintegrated into a terrible fit of wet coughs. Vicious coughs that broke from deep in his chest. The coughing fit lasted nearly a full minute before winding down to gasps. When he could finally speak, Vox cursed.
    “Good lord, Hugo, are you all right?”
    “Yeah, yeah, yeah, shit,” Vox wheezed. “These chemo treatments are kicking my ass.”
    The Scriptor took a moment to make sure that his voice was filled with concern, even if his mouth was trembling with a smile. “Are you in much pain?”
    “A bit.”
    “I’m sorry.” He almost said, “Oh, goody.”
    “Yeah, well. Life’s a bitch and then you’re dead for a long