The Tower: Part Two
PART 2 OF 4. This book has been serialised into 4 parts. This Sunday Times bestselling conspiracy thriller from the author of SANCTUS is guaranteed to blow you away.After centuries of secrecy, the forbidden Citadel in the historic Turkish city of Ruin opens its gates. A deadly disease has ravaged everything within. Charity worker Gabriel Mann is dying – but may also hold the only cure.Without him, ex-journalist Liv Adamsen stands alone against those who want her silenced. However, Liv soon has far bigger concerns than just her own life…In America, FBI agent Joe Shepherd searches for NASA’s missing head scientist. His investigation unearths a global conspiracy that is preparing for an event beyond all reckoning.But nobody is ready for what is coming. And when it does – it will change everything.
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THE TOWER: PART TWO
SIMON TOYNE
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Cold neon tubes tinked into life in the visitors’ centre as Pierce held the door and Franklin and Shepherd hustled in out of the weather. It was a big, rectangular space large enough to accommodate the busloads of school kids who came here every day to look at the old rockets and dream of riding them to the moon. Shepherd had been one of them once.
‘In here, gentlemen,’ Pierce said, shrugging out of his rain slicker and punching a code into a door next to the ticket desk.
His office had none of the romance of the public areas. There were no pictures on the walls of man’s extraordinary exploration in here, no forming galaxies or wonders of creation, just a framed photograph of Pierce in his State Trooper days wearing a dress uniform and looking a little more lean and a lot more mean than he did now. A coffee pot sat in the corner. The heating plate was turned off but the smell of burnt coffee still filled the room with a smoky aroma that twisted Shepherd’s gut. He hadn’t had time to eat before leaving Quantico and they hadn’t stopped anywhere on the way. Franklin didn’t seem to need food.
Pierce fitted a small key into a large filing cabinet and heaved open the bottom drawer. ‘We get crank mail here all the time, mostly reports of UFO sightings and/or conspiracy theorists and moon-landing deniers who think Hubble is NASA’s latest hoax and all the images are done in Photoshop. Most of it comes in as email but we still get some the old-fashioned way.’ He lifted a well-stuffed hanging divider out of the drawer and started sorting through it. ‘This past year it’s gone nuts. I don’t know if it’s all this weird weather we’re having, or the business in Rome that knocked the Church on its ass or what it is but something sure got the doom and damnation crowd all worked up. ’Bout eight months ago we started getting these.’ He took a clear plastic wallet out of the divider and handed it to Franklin. It was full of postcards, all variations on the same theme – old-master style paintings showing a monumental tower under construction. ‘They’re all pictures of the Tower of Babel. We got the first one in May, then a new one on the first day of every month since. We date stamp everything when it comes in so you can see what order they arrived.’
Franklin snapped his Nitrile gloves back on and carefully tipped the cards out onto the desktop. He picked one up, stared at the strange painting for a second, one stone coil inside another corkscrewing up into the clouds, then flipped it over to read the handwritten message on the back:
And the Lord came down to see the city and the tower, which the children had builded.
The words transported Shepherd straight back to the oak-panelled horror of his school where his Latin master had started each term by reading the same passage from a well-thumbed leather Bible. ‘The quote is from Genesis,’ he said, ‘the Tower of Babel story.’
‘Yep, and they were all sent directly to Dr Kinderman,’ Pierce added. ‘The postmarks are from all over but the writing looks to me like it’s the same person. I didn’t know what to make of them when they first started coming in but we keep everything on file, just in case. Each month there was a different quote, always from Genesis and always referring to the Tower of Babel. Then last month we got this.’ He pulled a single brown envelope from the file and handed it to Franklin. It too was addressed to Dr Kinderman only this time with a printed label. Franklin shook out a single sheet of folded paper and opened it to reveal a typed note:
Build not a tower into heaven for the glory of man.
Nor seek to gaze upon the face of God
For His judgement shall be upon you,
Thou Sodomite and member of the occult tribe,
And that right soon.
The servants of the Lord are watching.
You must destroy your tower
And avert your gaze from heaven
Lest your blasphemy bring destruction upon you
And upon all of the earth.
Sacrifice the tower or the faithful servants of the Lord
Shalt sacrifice you
And your blood shalt stand payment for your sins.
Novus Sancti
Franklin looked up at Pierce. ‘You report this to State PD?’
He nodded. ‘Fancy language aside it’s still a serious threat. There’s a crime reference number in the file.’
‘Novus Sancti,’ Franklin muttered. ‘Does that mean anything to you?’
‘It’s Latin,’ Shepherd said, ‘it means “new holy” but by the context I would say it’s being used here as a name.’
Franklin turned back to Pierce. ‘Did the State-ies follow this up at all?’
‘They registered the complaint, told Dr Kinderman to be extra vigilant, asked me to keep them updated on any new developments.’
‘That’ll be a “No” then.’
Pierce bristled. ‘There were over four hundred murders in this state last year; they’ve barely got the manpower to investigate those, let alone divert resources to every crazy with an axe to grind.’
