Warning Rated PG Shawn finished examining the map of Warsaw, Poland, still puzzled. Poland? Jesus, grandad! Warsaw was big enough, but that was all the old man managed to give? This was unlike his grandfather. He was a detailed man. Yes, he loved this sort of game, but it was never this puzzling or tough for him to not even be able to decipher the place. He set the paper down respectfully on the desk when Catherine managed to pull off some of the conversion of runes, and it gave them more confusion. Her jewel will signify your guidance and that of the boats of bliss, the darkness, and the wings will lead the way on your voyage home. I am the key. My holy bones lie. Make every stride natural and loosen the pits, for they sha
The next morning, Shawn and Catherine left the old man's residence. The doctor's SUV sped along the interstate, heading toward the airport. Every few minutes or so, Shawn would glance in the rearview mirrors to make certain no one was following them. A couple of times, he thought he had seen a car changing lanes with him, but then the vehicle turned off of an exit a few minutes later. He hadn’t survived this long by being careless, and the people they were up against had to be considered extremely dangerous.Even though Shawn suspected the worst, earlier in the day, he received a call from Eddie, and his butler told him what happened at Dave's apartment and that Catherine's brother was still in Javier's hideout. He told him about the map, and they agreed to meet at the airport going to Poland.Catherine interrupted his thoughts as if she could
Dave sat at a table in the far corner of a large modern kitchen. The ropes that had lately restrained him had been replaced by two massive security guards who were nearly the size of the room. He'd been there for about two hours, waiting. He wasn't sure what to do. Alfonso had left swiftly, most likely to instruct Javier's guys to bring back what Dave had stated he wanted from his house. The idiotic map.He had gotten the mail from the historian who had been instructed by Sir Anthony to contact him for whatever purpose, and there had been no explanation as to what the ridiculous poem meant until the secret message arrived before the bastard snatched him. It was a map of the Polish city of Warsaw.It was simply a translation of the old rune from the tablet that had been blended to deceive and confound those who attempted to interpret it.
Shawn and Catherine stood on the front veranda of what seemed to be a fairly huge log cottage. The drive had only taken about an hour from the interstate, which was ten miles from the town's old local airport to the wooden home, but it seemed like they were out in the middle of nowhere. "Shawn? What on earth are we doing here?""This is where we wait for Eddie. This is my uncle Bennett's place." He mumbled.Above them, the raven sky glittered with more stars than Catherine had seen in a long time. Sounds of nature filled the night: cricket songs, croaking frogs, and the melodies of nocturnal birds. The air was scented with a mixture of hardwood and pine.She took a long br
After serving the coffee, Ben left his guests alone in the living room for a few minutes, not explaining where he was going. When he returned, he had a somber look on his face and was gripping something in his worn fingers. He opened his hand, revealing something that astonished both of the visitors. "Is that what I think it is?" Shawn couldn’t believe what he was seeing. "It is." "But how did you get it?" "I received a package from Anthony two days before his death. This wedding ring was inside." Ben carefully handed the velvet box to Shawn. Catherine gasped. "Oh my, this is... Oh, I remember this... This is his wife's ring. He told me about her. Oh goodness, it was almost like Anthony had been so regretful that he wasn't able to give his wife her dream wedding and said that this
Ben's face looked like he was ready to explode with excitement. He started by saying, "There are several local legends that have been passed around for the last fifty or so years that revolve around a constant theme: the Buddha's chamber and its tonnes of gold, but we have to know the history of Buddha before even understanding his life from Anthony’s perspective." The two nodded as he added, "Scholars are hesitant to make unqualified claims about the historical facts of Buddha's life. Most of them accept that the Buddha lived, taught, and founded a monastic order during the Mahajanapada era during the reign of Bimbisara." After pausing for a second, Ben continued, "Now, you won’t find these stories in any history books. In fact, they’re probably more like family tales than local legends. According to Buddhist texts, a prophecy was given at his birth that he would become either a powerful king or a great spiritual leader. His father feared he would become the latter if he were exposed
Warning Rated PG 18+*****"It was probably for the best," Catherine muttered matter-of-factly. "Shawn, I know this," she continued, pointing at herself and him, "t-this thing between us will end soon, and I have grown quite strange, you know, particularly in the past weeks."Shawn stood and began pacing. He had not expected her to say such a thing. What did he do? He watched her. "Are you fucking kidding me now, Catherine?" He exclaimed."Do I look like I have the nerve to joke things out, Shawn?"Silence followed as they stared into each other's eyes, weighing what to say next.She added, "I had this obvious feeling that we were trying t
Fifty miles, Edinburgh, ScotlandBefore the voicemail arrived on the receiver, the phone on the other end rang again. Since three days ago, Detective Timon Rodrigues has attempted to reach Shawn Richmond's cell phone five times without success. Either the billionaire was ignoring the call or he was in an area with weak wireless connectivity. He wasn't convinced it was the latter. After all, he knew he had not left the country yet.Timon had left the scene of the double homicide, exhausted and irritated, expecting to at least speak with Richmond. After a brief message, the voicemail beeped. "Hey, Mr. Richmond, this is Timon Rodrigues. Please call me back as soon as you receive this. I wanted to ask you a couple more questions. I appreciate your assistance. Thanks.”He slammed h