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revulsion. Catalogued and stored in all the drawers and shelves were bits and pieces of saints and martyrs: finger bones, snips of hair, vials of ash, scraps of garments, mummified skin, nail clippings, blood. Few people know that, by canon law, each and every Catholic altar must contain a holy relic. And with new churches or chapels being erected worldwide regularly, this priest’s job was to box and FedEx bits of bone or other earthly remains of various saints.
Rachel had never understood the Church’s obsession with relics. It simply gave her the creeps. But Rome was chock-full of them. Some of the most spectacular and unusual were found here: Mary Magdalene’s foot, the vocal cords of Saint Anthony, the tongue of Saint John Nepomucene, the gallstones of Saint Clare. Even the entire body of Pope Saint Pius X lay up in St. Peter’s, encased in bronze. The most disturbing, though, was a relic preserved in a shrine in Calcata: the supposed foreskin of Jesus Christ.
She found her voice. “Was…was something stolen here?”
Uncle Vigor lifted an arm to his student. “Jacob, perhaps you could fetch us some cappuccinos.”
“Certainly, Monsignor.”
Uncle Vigor waited until Jacob left, closing the door. His eyes then settled to Rachel. “Have you heard of the massacre in Cologne?”
Rachel was taken off guard by his question. She had been running all day long and had had little chance to watch the news, but there had been no way to avoid hearing about the midnight murders up in Germany last night. The details remained sketchy.
“Only what’s been reported on the radio,” she answered.
He nodded. “The Curia here has been receiving intelligence in advance of what’s being broadcasted. Eighty-four people were killed, including the Archbishop of Cologne. But it is the manner of their deaths that is being kept from the public for the moment.”
“What do you mean?”
“A handful were shot, but the greater majority seemed to have been electrocuted.”
“Electrocuted?”
“That is the tentative analysis. Autopsy reports are still pending. Some of the bodies were still smoking when authorities arrived.”
“Dear God. How…?”
“That answer may have to wait. The cathedral is swarming with investigators of every ilk: criminologists, detectives, forensic scientists, even electricians. There are teams with the German BKA, terrorist experts from Interpol, and agents with Europol. But as the crime took place in a Roman Catholic cathedral, sanctified territory, the Vatican has invoked its Omerta.”
“Its Code of Silence.”
He grunted the affirmative. “The Church is cooperating with German authorities, but it is also limiting access, trying to keep the scene from becoming a circus.”
Rachel shook her head. “But what does all this have to do with you calling me here?”
“From the initial investigation, there seems to be only one motive. The golden reliquary at the cathedral was broken into.”
“They stole the reliquary.”
“No, that’s just it. They left behind the solid gold box. A priceless artifact. They only stole its contents. Its relics.”
Father Torres interjected, “And not just any relics, but the bones of the biblical Magi.”
“Magi…as in the Three Wise Men from the Bible?” Rachel couldn’t keep the incredulity out of her voice. “They steal the bones, but leave the gold box. Surely the reliquary would fetch a better price on the black market than the bones.”
Uncle Vigor sighed. “At the secretary of state’s request, I came down here to evaluate the provenance of those relics. They have an illustrious past. The bones came to Europe through the relic-collecting verve of Saint Helena, the mother of Emperor Constantine. As the first Christian emperor, Constantine had sent his mother on pilgrimages to collect holy relics. The most famous being, of course, the True Cross of Christ.”
Rachel had visited the Basilica of Santa Croce in Gerusalemme, out on Lateran Hill.
Rachel had never understood the Church’s obsession with relics. It simply gave her the creeps. But Rome was chock-full of them. Some of the most spectacular and unusual were found here: Mary Magdalene’s foot, the vocal cords of Saint Anthony, the tongue of Saint John Nepomucene, the gallstones of Saint Clare. Even the entire body of Pope Saint Pius X lay up in St. Peter’s, encased in bronze. The most disturbing, though, was a relic preserved in a shrine in Calcata: the supposed foreskin of Jesus Christ.
She found her voice. “Was…was something stolen here?”
Uncle Vigor lifted an arm to his student. “Jacob, perhaps you could fetch us some cappuccinos.”
“Certainly, Monsignor.”
Uncle Vigor waited until Jacob left, closing the door. His eyes then settled to Rachel. “Have you heard of the massacre in Cologne?”
Rachel was taken off guard by his question. She had been running all day long and had had little chance to watch the news, but there had been no way to avoid hearing about the midnight murders up in Germany last night. The details remained sketchy.
“Only what’s been reported on the radio,” she answered.
He nodded. “The Curia here has been receiving intelligence in advance of what’s being broadcasted. Eighty-four people were killed, including the Archbishop of Cologne. But it is the manner of their deaths that is being kept from the public for the moment.”
“What do you mean?”
“A handful were shot, but the greater majority seemed to have been electrocuted.”
“Electrocuted?”
“That is the tentative analysis. Autopsy reports are still pending. Some of the bodies were still smoking when authorities arrived.”
“Dear God. How…?”
“That answer may have to wait. The cathedral is swarming with investigators of every ilk: criminologists, detectives, forensic scientists, even electricians. There are teams with the German BKA, terrorist experts from Interpol, and agents with Europol. But as the crime took place in a Roman Catholic cathedral, sanctified territory, the Vatican has invoked its Omerta.”
“Its Code of Silence.”
He grunted the affirmative. “The Church is cooperating with German authorities, but it is also limiting access, trying to keep the scene from becoming a circus.”
Rachel shook her head. “But what does all this have to do with you calling me here?”
“From the initial investigation, there seems to be only one motive. The golden reliquary at the cathedral was broken into.”
“They stole the reliquary.”
“No, that’s just it. They left behind the solid gold box. A priceless artifact. They only stole its contents. Its relics.”
Father Torres interjected, “And not just any relics, but the bones of the biblical Magi.”
“Magi…as in the Three Wise Men from the Bible?” Rachel couldn’t keep the incredulity out of her voice. “They steal the bones, but leave the gold box. Surely the reliquary would fetch a better price on the black market than the bones.”
Uncle Vigor sighed. “At the secretary of state’s request, I came down here to evaluate the provenance of those relics. They have an illustrious past. The bones came to Europe through the relic-collecting verve of Saint Helena, the mother of Emperor Constantine. As the first Christian emperor, Constantine had sent his mother on pilgrimages to collect holy relics. The most famous being, of course, the True Cross of Christ.”
Rachel had visited the Basilica of Santa Croce in Gerusalemme, out on Lateran Hill.
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