Julia Navarro - The Brotherhood Of The Holy Shroud

"The motive is the shroud," Marco insisted. "They're looking for the shroud. I'm still not sure whether they want to steal it or destroy it, but the objective is the shroud, that I'm sure of. Okay, any suggestions?"

There followed an uneasy silence. Sofia looked over at Pietro, but Pietro, head down, was busying himself lighting a cigarette, so she decided to just dive in.

"Marco, I'd turn the mute loose."

Everyone stared at her.

Sofia plunged on. "I mean, if you're right, Marco, and this is an organized, long-term effort to go after the shroud, then it's clear that this mutilation is part of their M.O.-they send tongueless men in to do the job, so if they're caught, like this guy in the Turin jail, they can keep silent, cut themselves off, not be tempted to communicate. And not only tongueless, right? Their fingerprints are burned off, so there's no way to discover who they are, where they come from. And in my opinion, Marco, threatening this guy is not going to get you anywhere. He let somebody cut out his tongue and burn off his fingerprints-do you think you scare him? So there's no way he's going to look at your card and say, 'Hmm, maybe I'll just have a chat with this cop.' He'll serve out his time-a year is all he's got left.

"We can do one of two things: wait a year, or try to convince the big boys upstairs to approve a new line of investigation-turn the guy loose, and once he's on the street put a tail on him. He'll have to go somewhere, get in touch with somebody.

"It's a thread that might lead us through this knot, get us into the conspiracy-our own Trojan horse. If you decide to go that route, though, there're a lot of preparations that have to be made first. We can't turn him loose right away; we'd have to wait I'd say at least a couple of months and even then do a lot of acting so he doesn't suspect why we've let him go."

"God, we've been idiots," Marco said after a long moment. Then he slammed his fist down on the table. "How could we have been so stupid! Us, the cara-binieri, everybody. We had the solution right in front of us, and we've spent the last two years with our heads up our asses."

Marco's next words dispelled any final doubts Sofia had about her thinking.

"Sofia, you're dead right. It's what we should have done from the beginning. I'll talk to the ministers and explain it to them-we need to get them to talk to the judges, the prosecutor, whoever, but get them to let him out, and from there we start an operation to follow him, every step he takes. No one can argue seriously anymore that this is random. And I'll make sure that no one wants to be on the wrong side of securing the shroud for good. It's time-well past time-to get to the bottom of what's been going on. And end it."

"Boss," Pietro interrupted, "we shouldn't rush into this. Let's think first about how to sell the mute guy the idea that we're turning him loose. Two months, as Sofia suggests, doesn't seem like enough time, considering that you just talked to him and told him he was going to rot in jail. If we turn him loose now, he'll know it's a trap and he won't move."

Minerva shifted uncomfortably in her chair, while Giuseppe looked distracted and Antonino stared into space. They knew that Marco expected to hear from each of them.

'Antonino, why haven't you said anything?" Marco asked the team's other art historian.

"Honestly, boss, I think Sofia's plan is brilliant. I think we ought to do it, but I agree with Pietro that we can't turn the guy loose too soon; I'm almost inclined to let him serve out the year he's got left."

'And meanwhile what? Sit back and wait for the next group to try something?" Marco almost shouted.

"The shroud," Antonino replied, "is in its own vault at the bank, and it can stay there for the next year. It won't be the first time it's spent that long without being exhibited to the public."

"He's right," Minerva broke in, "and you know it. I mean, I agree that it's hard to have to sit and wait, but if we don't, we could lose the only lead we've got."

"Giuseppe?"

"I hate to wait, boss," the cop answered. "But I think we have to."

"I don't want to wait," Marco said emphatically. "Not a year."

"Well, it's the most sensible thing to do," Giuseppe argued.

"I'd do more."

All eyes turned back to Sofia. Marco raised his eyebrows and extended his hands, inviting her to go on.

"In my opinion we need to go back to the workers and interrogate them again, until we're absolutely certain that the short circuit was really an accident. We also need to investigate COCSA, which means interviewing D'Alaqua too. Behind that impressive facade there could be something we've missed."

Pietro glared at her. He was the one who'd interrogated the workers, and he'd done so exhaustively. He had a file on every one of them, the Italians as well as the immigrants, and he'd found nothing on them in either the police computers, the files of Europol, or the background checks he'd done. They were clean.

"You think we need to have another go at them because they're foreigners?" he snapped.

Sofia rounded on him. "You know that's not it, and I resent the implication, Pietro. I said exactly what I think; I think we should go back and investigate them all again, Italians and foreigners both, and if you pushed me I'd say the cardinal too."

"We'll all go over what we've done so far, and we won't close off any line of investigation," Marco interjected, to cut off their escalating debate.

Pietro squirmed angrily in his seat. "What is this, we're going to make everybody a suspect?"

Marco didn't like his tone. "We're going to continue our investigation," he repeated. "But I'm going back to Rome now. I want to talk to the ministers; we need to get their green light on the Trojan horse plan. I'll try to come up with some way to turn the mute loose sooner rather than later, without him suspecting that something's up. I want two or three of you to stay here for a few more days. The others will go back with me, but I want it clear that everyone is still on the case. Work it into whatever you've already got on deck. Okay, then-who's staying?"

"I will," said Sofia.

"Me too," said Giuseppe and Antonino simultaneously.

"I think," remarked Minerva, "that I'll be more useful with my computers back in Rome."

'All right. Minerva and Pietro will go with me. I think there's a plane at three."

Sofia and Pietro sat in silence. Marco had left to stop by the office of the chief of the Turin carabinieri before he went to the airport, while Minerva, Giuseppe, and Antonino had decided to go down to the bar on the corner for coffee, to give the couple some privacy. Everyone had noticed the tension between them. She busied herself with papers, while he stared out the window.

'Are you angry?" Sofia finally asked.

"No! You don't have to tell me everything you're thinking."

"Come on, Pietro, I know when you're upset."

"I don't feel like arguing about it. You came up with a half-baked plan that I could have helped you with if you had talked to me about it. But you talked Marco into it, so that's a gold star for you. And now we'll all work to make sure your Trojan horse works. Don't brood about it, or we'll wind up in a stupid fight that won't get us anywhere except pissed."

"Is your problem with the plan that it came from me? Or do you really see weak spots?"

"It's a mistake to turn the mute guy loose. He'll figure out that something's not right and he won't lead us anywhere. We'll probably wind up losing him. As for investigating the workers again, go right ahead. Let me know if you find anything."

Sofia didn't bother to respond. She was glad he was going back to Rome. If he stayed, they'd wind up really fighting, and neither of them needed that, especially right now. Not to mention that the work would suffer, and although the shroud wasn't an obsession with her like it was with Marco, she was challenged and intrigued by the case and looked forward to solving it. And she had a feeling that the Trojan horse might just lead to that solution.