Matt Eaton - Blank

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Something else occurred to him. “This would seem to confirm that Clarence Paulson was a very old man when he died. According to this, Bill Donovan asked him to join the Verus Foundation in the late 1940s. But the body I saw on the river bed was of a man in his late 30s, maybe early 40s.”

“What are you thinking – time travel?” she asked.

“Maybe. Who knows?” He began to feel claustrophobic. In need of fresh air he started for the door.

Mel grabbed his arm. “You sure that’s a good idea?” Her concern heightened as she saw in his eyes an anxiety bordering on panic.

He looked away. “What do you make of all this?” he asked quietly.

“All I’ve got is intuition, which tells me it’s genuine. Look around – something big is going on here.”

He headed for the door and didn’t stop until he was at the top of the stairs. The security camera confirmed there was no-one in Paulson’s office. He pushed a green button below the screen. The hatch opened and he stepped into the room, feeling the cool breeze blowing through the open window. All was quiet. He paused a moment to allow his eyes to become accustomed to the dark.

Why would the police leave the window open? He moved closer to chance a look outside. Lightning flashed somewhere in the distance, filling him once more with a sense of unease. From the corner of his eye he thought he detected movement but the lightning had sent his dilated pupils ducking for cover and the room was pitch black. As he turned away from the window lightning flashed a second time.

“It’s intriguing, yes?”

As his eyes began to adjust he made out the figure of Paolo Favaloro standing in the corner of the room.

“I’ve never seen it myself,” Favaloro continued, “but all that gold must be a sight to behold.”

Luckman heard Mel as she entered the study behind him, but he maintained his focus on Favaloro.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“I found my vanishing man,” said Luckman.

“I am the witness,” Favaloro offered cryptically.

Mel stared silently into the dark corner of the study without responding. Fear dug a knife between Luckman’s ribs.

“Jesus Christ, tell me you can see him.”

“Relax, I see him.” She started walking towards Paolo.

“Or rather I see through him.” She waved her hand through him like he was a ghost. As she did so she shuddered and for a moment her hand tremored.

“I am not of your physical world,” said Favaloro. “I am a construct.”

“But I shook your hand,” Luckman recalled.

“Because in that moment I came to you in the flesh. But on this occasion it is safer for me I stay where I am.”

“All very Star Wars, isn’t it?” said Mel enthusiastically.

“So you’re what – a hologram?” Luckman asked him.

“It is more accurate to say I am a mirror image.”

“I see,” Luckman replied, although really he didn’t see at all. Lightning flashed again, closer now. Somewhere in the back of his mind Luckman realised there was something odd about the lightning.

“They know you are here,” Favaloro told them.

“Why did they kill Paulson?” asked Luckman.

“No thunder,” said Mel. “There’s lightning, but no thunder.”

As if in response, the yard was suddenly plunged into vivid daylight. It was as if the midday sun had emerged from behind a dark cloud. But there were no clouds in the night sky and the light was way too bright for even a full moon. Meaning the source was artificial, although whatever it was made no sound above the delicate whisper of the night. Luckman recalled his dream of a tin shack and a dark malevolence. It seemed whatever had wormed its way inside his head was now stalking them for real.

“It is imperative you return to the vault,” insisted Favaloro. “They will not follow.”

“But Eddie’s out there!”

“The pilot is of no interest to them,” Favaloro assured him.

“I only have your word on that.”

“If you try to leave this house now they will be on you before you reach the riverbank.”

Mel stared at the open window like it was the mouth of a shark. “I really don’t want to go out there.”

“What did Paulson do to piss them off?” asked Luckman.

“He sought to speak the truth.”

“Sorry, but can you try not speaking in motherhood statements?”

“There is one true memory nestled in the collective unconscious,” said the Italian.

“You mean the Akashic Record,” said Mel.

Favaloro nodded then, for Luckman’s benefit, added: “The ultimate account of human history is inside you, woven through the strands of your DNA.”

“So Paulson found a way to tap into that,” Luckman realised.

“Through the viewing chair. You have seen this chair, yes?”

Again the light pulsed in the sky above the house. Luckman pointed outside. “Who are they?”

“They are the Others. They… are not to be trusted.”

“Interesting you should mention trust. I’m wondering if Clarence Paulson might have had issues with you on that score, seeing as how he never let you inside his vault.”

“The pact between Verus and the Others dictated that Paulson must not rely upon my words alone.”

“He had a pact with them ?”

“But he needed another source for verification. He kept his sources separate from one another. I am the living Ha Qabala, the truth giver.”

Luckman was bewildered. Mel sought to offer him reassurance. “He’s not trying to bamboozle you, this is how he speaks. I can see his thoughts clearly. He’s old this one – as old as humanity itself.”

“I know every word mankind has uttered,” said Favaloro. “I have spoken them all. But you must go now.”

Luckman relented, ushering Mel ahead of him back through the secret entrance. “Are you coming?” he asked Favaloro.

Favaloro shook his head. Luckman found his eyes drawn back to the windowsill. The light seemed to be creeping inside the room like a liquid flowing over the rim of a glass. He re-entered the passageway, pulled the door closed behind them and dashed down the stairs without a backward glance.

The vault had suddenly become a sanctuary. He collapsed to the floor in relief, enjoying the cool, smooth surface on his weary, sweat-soaked body. It felt comfortingly stable even as everything else around him pulsed with uncertainty. He breathed coarsely through the silence, feeling the beat of his heart banging on the wall of his chest. Every fibre of his being was suffused with exhaustion.

“In a town this size, how does someone build a golden pyramid without anyone noticing?” he wondered.

“One brick at a time,” Mel replied.

Thirty-Two

Luckman looked at his watch. It was just after one AM. They still had half the night ahead of them. God only knew how long they would be forced to remain down here.

“We should try the viewing chair,” Mel suggested.

“I’m not going near that thing, I have no idea how it works.”

She smiled in sympathy. “Honey, you’re so tired I’m amazed you can still speak. Leave this one to me. Your friend upstairs has given me a few pointers.”

“Did I nod off and miss that bit?”

“When I touched him – or tried to touch him – I felt all this information pop into my head, like a mental download.”

She placed herself carefully down on the velvet cushioned chair and closed her eyes. “It’s a beautiful piece of machinery – it allows you to witness historical events in real time. Even in slow motion. It responds to your thoughts and intentions.”

“Think you can drive it?”

“Let’s give a test run. Name a big moment in history and I’ll see if I can go there.”

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