The Bone Shroud -- Ebook by Rabe Jean

Author:Rabe, Jean
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Boone Street Press
Published: 2018-03-30T00:00:00+00:00

Nineteen

Irem had spent only a little while at the head table with Levent, Benito, and the university professor she couldn’t recall the name of. Finished with her seriously delicious cake, she’d slipped away and told Lacy she was going to her hotel to rest before the remainder of the wedding festivities.

“If Lev and Benito ask about me, tell them I’ll show up later for drinks and dancing,” she’d said. “Make that I’ll try to show up if I shake this headache. Migraine.”

It hadn’t been wholly a lie… not the part about going back to the hotel.

“What the hell am I doing?” Indeed she went back to her hotel… to change into jeans and a long sleeve T-shirt, thick terrycloth socks, and tennis shoes. Out of habit, she put the Do Not Disturb—Non Disturbare—sign on the door. She stopped at a convenience store for a flashlight and extra batteries, and a small bottle of lemonade. She didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to go underground. She wanted to take a look right now—admittedly all alone—so she could get more pictures and so she could think in all of the quiet.

Think about Attila the Hun and everything wrapped around him.

Without Benito nearby.

She vowed not to spend more than an hour or so down before coming back up to change into something suitable for dancing the night away. Levent would be pissed if she missed the dance.

Alaric? Santiago had mentioned the Visigoth king, tantalizing her with yet another historical treat. But that didn’t feel real to her, a fantasy, a scratch-off lottery ticket that wouldn’t pay out. Attila? She thought that was closer to becoming a reality. Irem shared Benito’s belief that the famous Hun was behind the carved wall.

She checked her phone and saw a text from Gregario; that he was looking forward to dinner tomorrow. Dear God, was she really going on a date with an Italian policeman she barely knew?

There was a message from her mother, wondering how the wedding was; she’d tell her in person when she returned to Chicago… whenever that would be. Irem stopped herself from texting her friends at the Field. She wanted to tell someone about the bone shroud and the dig. How much longer could she keep this a secret? Santiago had already shared pieces of it, and apparently had made Benito angry.

With every step she took down to the tunnel, she thought about Attila and the tapestry that had pointed Benito to the dig site. Irem decided she’d show the video of the shroud restoration to Gregario; the local authorities needed to know something was going on, that maybe the three deaths were more than accidents and natural causes. But how soon would she show him? Tomorrow over dinner? Did she want to touch history so badly that she’d suppress her morals and look the other way for a little while longer?

She bypassed the tourist route and used the service entrance Benito had shown her, remembering the passwords L-E-V-E-N-T and A-B-R-U-Z-I. Too easy, Benito needed to throw some numbers or symbols into the mix.

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