Julia Navarro - The Brotherhood Of The Holy Shroud

"Evagrius Ponticus. According to Evagrius in his Historia Ecclesiasticus, in 544 Edessa had been besieged by the army of the Persian king Khusro, but the city somehow fought back against the Persians and won- all, supposedly, thanks to the Mandylion, which the city bore in procession along the battlements and-"

"But who the hell is Evagrius and what the hell is the Mandylion?" Minerva insisted.

"If you'd let me finish," Sofia said with barely concealed impatience, "you might find out."

"Sorry." Minerva raised her hands and cringed.

Marco smiled. "Sofia," he explained, "is going over the history of the shroud, and we were talking about its appearance in Edessa in 544, when the city was under siege by the Persians. The Edessans were desperate, about to surrender or be overrun. No matter how many fire-tipped arrows they shot at the Persians, the siege engines wouldn't catch fire."

"So what happened?" Minerva asked.

"Well, according to Evagrius," Sofia continued, raising her eyebrows at Marco and giving him a nod in acknowledgment, "Eulalius, bishop of Edessa, had a dream in which a woman revealed to him where the shroud was hidden. They went to look for it, and they found it at the western gate of the city, in a niche hollowed out in the wall. The discovery restored the city's faith, and the shroud was carried in procession along the battlements on top of the walls, while the defenders continued to shoot their fiery arrows at the Persian siege machines. But this time the engines did catch fire, and the Persians wound up abandoning their siege."

"Nice story, but is it true?" Minerva asked.

"Think about it, Minerva. There are any number of things that for long periods were regarded by historians as legends passed down through the ages but that have turned out to be accounts of events that actually happened. The best examples are Troy, Mycenae, Knossos… cities that for hundreds of years were believed to belong to the world of myth but whose historical existence was finally demonstrated by Schliemann, Evans, and other archaeologists," Sofia replied.

"But whatever else happened, the bishop must have known the shroud was there, right? No matter how credulous you want to be, you can't believe that business about the dream, can you?"

"Well, that's the story that's come down to us," Marco answered, "but you're probably right. Eulalius had to know where the shroud was hidden, or maybe he had it put there so that he could pull it out at the right moment and say a miracle had occurred. Who knows the truth of what happened fifteen hundred years ago? As for your question about the Mandylion, it's thought to be a small cloth that was draped over Christ at death, which bore the image of his face. Many consider it to be the shroud but folded to show only the face, not the full body."

Just then Pietro, Giuseppe, and Antonino came in, arguing heatedly about soccer.

Marco called everyone together to update them on the release of the mute in Turin.

Pietro looked at Sofia out of the corner of his eye. The two had been avoiding each other as much as possible, and although they tried to maintain a professional, civil relationship, they were clearly uncomfortable together. It was obvious that Pietro was still in love with Sofia and that she was beginning to shun him. Marco and the others did their best to keep them apart.

'All right, then," Marco began. "The parole board will be back at the Turin jail in a few days. When they come to the mute's cell, the warden, the social worker, and the prison psychologist will be asked for their current assessment of him. All three will agree that he's a petty thief who presents no danger to himself or society and has been in long enough."

"Too easy," Pietro broke in.

"No, it won't look that way," Marco explained. "They'll go through the motions. The social worker will propose that he be sent to a special center, a psychiatric unit, for evaluation on whether he's capable of living on his own. We'll see whether he gets nervous over the idea of being locked up in a psychiatric hospital or stays cool. The next step will be silence. We'll let him stew for a while and have the guards observe his reactions. If all goes well, a month later the board will go back to the jail again, make their final decision, and two weeks later he'll be freed. Sofia, I want you to go to Turin with Giuseppe and start putting the team there together. Tell me what we're going to need.

'And don't forget dinner tonight," he reminded them as he finished. It was his birthday and Paola was having a small party at their house.

"So you're going to turn the guy loose. That's some fucking risk." Marco and Santiago Jimenez sipped Campari sodas Paola had just brought over as they talked.

"Yeah, but he's the only lead we've got. Either he leads us somewhere or this case will be open for the rest of our lives."

Since the table wasn't large enough to seat everyone, Paola had prepared a buffet and, with the help of their daughters, was now going about refilling glasses and plates and seeing after the twenty-odd guests. Along with members of Marco's department and other friends, John and Lisa Barry were coming.

"Sofia and Giuseppe will start setting things up in Turin next week."

"My sister Ana is going to Turin too. I've got to tell you-ever since you had us to dinner, she's been obsessed with this thing. She just sent me a long e-mail about the shroud's history-that's where she thinks the key is." Santiago kept going, in spite of Marco's annoyed expression. 'Anyway, I wanted to let you know. She's sworn she won't publish a word of what we talked about, but she's decided to investigate on her own, in Turin. She's good, you know-smart, tough, and pushy, like all good reporters, I suppose-and she's got great instincts. I hope her investigation won't cause you any problems, but if you hear there's a reporter poking around where she shouldn't be and making trouble for you, let me know. I'm sorry, Marco-this is what comes of dealing with the press, even if it's family."

"Could I see the e-mail?" Marco asked.

'Ana's?"

"Yeah. Sofia's been going over the history of the shroud too. They're thinking along the same lines, and I have to say I don't think it's a bad idea."

"No kidding! Sure, I'll send it to you, but it's all very speculative. I doubt there's anything you can use."

"I'll pass it on to Sofia, although I really don't like getting a reporter involved in this or anything else. Sooner or later they fuck everything up, and to get a scoop they're capable of-"

"No, no, Marco, I'm being straight with you. Ana is as honest as the day is long, I swear, and she's my sister, she loves me-she'd never do anything that would hurt me. She knows I can't have problems with the authorities here, much less someone I've introduced her to."

"She'll tell you if she finds something?"

"Yup. She wanted to make a deal with you-send you everything she's sure she's going to find out, in exchange for which you'll give her what you know. Obviously, I told her she was dreaming if she thought she could make a deal with you or anybody associated with you, but I know her, and if she finds something out she's going to need to corroborate it, so she'll call me and try to get me to tell you-"

"So we've picked up a volunteer-an Art Crimes intern, you might say! All right, Santiago, no sweat. I'll tell Giuseppe and Sofia to keep their eyes open for her when they get to Turin."

"What are we keeping our eyes open for?"

"Sofia!" Marco turned to the historian as she joined them. "Santiago was telling me about his sister Ana-I don't know whether you've met her…"

"I think so, a couple of years ago. Wasn't she with you at that party for Turcio's retirement?" she asked Santiago.

"Uh-huh, you're right. Ana was in Rome then and went with me. She comes to see me a lot-I'm the oldest, and her only brother. Our father died when she was just a litde girl, and we've always been very close."