"They don't know. It's not looking good. But what's scariest is that the guys who ran him down, rifled through his bag and pockets . . . like they were looking for something in particular. They didn't take any money or his watch. Nothing . . . Harry said they were asking him questions as they beat on him, but since his Greek isn't fluent he couldn't understand what they wanted. They just kept beating the shit out of him until he lost consciousness."
Tory glanced up at Acheron, becoming suspicious about all of his "feelings." They were so unerringly accurate that she wondered if he might not be a part of them. "Did any of you happen to find another journal during the dig?"
"Earlier in the morning, just before the police arrived, we'd hit the mother lode of artifacts."
"But was there another journal?"
"It wasn't as well preserved as the one you have, but yeah, there was another book and get this . . . it wasn't wet. It'd been sealed in an airtight container that was inside a wood chest inlaid with gold. It looked like someone had stashed it there out of fear or something."
"Where is it now?"
"I don't know. Last I heard, Dimitri had it."
"I need you to find Dimitri and get that book to me."
"Why? It's not like anyone can read it."
"Yes, they can."
"Who?"
She looked up at Ash and wished that she could see the eyes he kept hidden from the world. "A man here in the States."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. He's the one who told me that there were probably more of them to be found and he's the one who got you guys out of jail. Now listen, my house was broken into and it appears they were looking for something, too. My friend says it's the journal. I don't know the truth, but until we do, you guys be really, really careful and keep me posted on Harry and Niko."
"Will do, Doc."
She turned off the phone and looked up at those dark sunglasses that she suspected hid a lot more than just his eye color. "What's going on, Ash?"
He rubbed his thumb over his bottom lip. "You've found a crucial piece of history and there are factions out there who are willing to kill for it."
No, it had to be more than that. It had to be. "Look, this isn't the Mummy. It's not like a teenaged girl's diary could resurrect the dead or anything. It's just the story of her innocuous life. What on earth could an ancient girl have known that would be worth killing someone over?"
He scoffed at her. "You're asking me that question? People kill each other over a pair of shoes or for wearing the same jacket."
Pam nodded. "He has a point there."
"I still don't understand it. I don't."
Ash shook his head. "There's a lot of things about this world, and people in particular, that I don't understand." And considering the fact he was an eleven-thousand-year-old god, that pretty much said it all.
He looked at Tory, wishing he could trust her enough to tell her why that book was so important, but for all he knew the reason he couldn't see her future was because she'd end up being the one to destroy him or the world.
I'm the Harbinger. Only I can bring about Telikos.
Or maybe not . . . His prophecy was to bring it about. By teaching her to translate his native language, he might have already set it in motion. If only he'd known about the second diary. It'd all seemed so harmless—a way to make amends for embarrassing the granddaughter of an old friend. Now it could be a disaster.
Feeling suddenly ill, he sat down on the arm of her couch. What had he done?
"Are you all right?" Tory asked. "You look really pale all of a sudden."
No, he wasn't all right. He was sick to his stomach at the thought of what he might have inadvertently done. Just like with Nick Gautier. In the heat of anger, he'd cursed his best friend to kill himself. Unfortunately, Artemis had then brought Nick back from the dead and created a nasty situation for Ash. Now his best friend was out to kill him in revenge.
Be careful what you say even in passing. Your word is law. His mother's warning rang in his ears and now that he thought about it, his mother had been eerily quiet for the past week.
Matera? he called out to her with his mind.
Apostolos? He was grateful for her quick response. By that he knew she wasn't hiding from him in fear of making him angry at her.
What is going on with the discovery of Atlantis?
Nothing. Stupid humans. Even when I tell them how to open the seal to my prison, they can't follow the simplest of directions. Where's an Atlantean when I need one?
Dead, courtesy of you, Mom.
Oh don't remind me . . . Did you need something, m'gios? You've been very quiet lately.
I've been busy and I have a problem. Someone's found one of Ryssa's diaries. Do you know where it is?
She paused before she answered hesitantly. Yes.
And?
She didn't answer.
Matera?
Yes? Her voice was sharp with impatience.
Don't play this game with me. I need to know where it is. Now.
I'm your mother, don't you dare take that tone with me.
He softened his voice before he spoke again. Please, Matera, where's the journal?
I can't tell you.
"Dammit to hell, Matera, answer me!" Ash shot off the couch in anger only to realize all three women were staring at him curiously.
Pam cleared her throat. "Any idea what he just said?"
Tory frowned. "Um . . . not really."