“You know what they say about idle hands.”
“Please tell me you—”
“I didn’t pull the trigger, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Donati sighed. “Where are you?”
“Waiting for you to let me in.”
Gabriel stood in the entrance, framed by the doorway. The last three days had been unkind to his appearance. Truth be told, he looked like something the cat had dragged in. Donati led him upstairs to his rooms and chained the door. He checked the time. It was 4:39.
“You mentioned something about a twelve on the Bishop Richter scale. Perhaps you can be a bit more specific.”
Gabriel delivered his briefing while peering through the blinds into the street. It was swift but thorough and only lightly redacted. It detailed the Order’s plan to erase Islam from Western Europe, the circumstances surrounding the murder of His Holiness Pope Paul VII, and the macabre room in which Jonas Wolf, the son of a Nazi war criminal, burned the last copy of the Gospel of Pilate. Central to the Order’s sweeping political ambitions was control of the papacy. Forty-two cardinal-electors hadaccepted money in exchange for their votes at the conclave. Another eighteen were secret members of the Order who planned to cast their ballots for Bishop Richter’s proxy supreme pontiff: Cardinal Franz von Emmerich, the archbishop of Vienna.
“And the best part is that I have it all on video.” Gabriel glanced over his shoulder. “Is that specific enough for you?”
“That’s only sixty votes. They need seventy-eight to secure the papacy.”
“They’re counting on momentum to carry Emmerich over the top.”
“Do you know the names of all forty-two cardinals?”
“I can list them alphabetically if you like. I also know how much each was paid and where the money was deposited.” Gabriel released the blind and turned. “And I’m afraid it only gets worse.”
He tapped the touchscreen of his phone. A moment later it emitted the sound of two men speaking German.
He has two million reasons to keep his mouth shut.
Two million and one...
He paused the recording.
“Bishop Richter and Jonas Wolf, I presume?”
Gabriel nodded.
“What are the two million reasons why I shouldn’t tell the conclave what I know about the Order’s plot?”
“It’s the amount of money Wolf and Richter put in your account at the Vatican Bank.”
“They want to make it appear as though I’m as corrupt as they are?”
“Obviously.”
“And theone?”
“I’m still working on that.”
Donati’s eyes flashed with anger. “And to think they wasted two million dollars on such an obvious ploy.”
“Perhaps you can put it to good use.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
Donati dialed Angelo Francona, dean of the College of Cardinals. There was no answer.
He checked the time again. It was 4:45.
