"Where do we start?" Sean asked. He and Robert had just checked out of the hotel, and were standing outside.

"I don't know," Robert hesitated. Without that number traced, we can't do anything."

There then came a beeping noise from Sean's coat pocket. It was his beeper.

"Good. The number's come back." He studied it for a moment longer, before saying, "The call was placed from a cell phone. But they're in London. It says they were calling from an abandoned warehouse. If we hurry, they might still be there."

Robert and Sean clambered into a cab. Sean gave the driver directions, and told him to hurry.

After a few tense minuets in the cab, Robert and Sean jumped out. Robert started to run towards the old building.

"How much?" Sean asked the driver.

"Fifteen," he answered in a thick Middle Eastern accent.

Sean was so nervous about what they might find inside that he dropped his money several times before he shoved a few bills into the man's outstretched hand. He jogged off after Robert, who was trying to force one of the side doors open.

"The damn thing… won't… budge," Robert grunted between bashes against the door. "They must have… blocked it… with something…"

Finally, after another suspenseful minuet, the door swung open. Sean and Robert rushed into the dark, musty smelling building, closing the door behind them.

The room they were standing in was old and dusty. Benches were lined up against the back wall. A small poker table with two folding chairs sat in the middle of the room.

Moving forward cautiously, the two edged around until they came to a door on the other side of the room.

Sean opened it slowly. It creaked a little, but looked in better condition than the rest of the place.

Robert crept into the smaller room in front of them. The floor and wall were black. Unlike the last room, this one had not furniture in it.

Almost immediately, Robert noticed a note that had been left on the floor. He walked over to pick it up, but stopped right before it.

The note was floating in a fresh puddle of blood.

Robert quickly swooped down and picked it up, trying to ignore the blood dripping from the note.

He scanned it quickly, as Sean joined him. He read aloud:

Dearest Robert and Companion,

It was a nice try, but once again we are a step ahead of you. I am sure that you have noticed the blood by now. Nice touch, don't you think? If you ever want to see Sophie and Tess again, they must learn when to keep their mouths shut. By now we have moved on to a new location. To keep this guessing game up, we have added a puzzle for you to solve:

Across fields of grass so gold,

To weep with me! To weep with me!

Of magnificent life that was foretold,

The Truth will set you Free!

Yours always,

Leigh

"What the hell does that mean?" Robert said. "Golden fields? Magnificent life? The Truth will set you Free? It makes no sense."

"What was the last line?" Sean asked sharply. His fingers were numb. Could this really be what he thought it was? "The last line. Read it again."

"The Truth wills set you Free," Robert read. "Does it mean anything to you?"

"The Truth will set you Free," Sean muttered. Then it hit him.

"What?" Robert asked.

"Veritas vos libera," Sean said, "It's Latin for 'the truth will set you free'. That's what Vance said when…" His voice trailed off.

"I know what it means," Sean said, his eyes lighting up. "There's a church, with that inscription on it. Where is it? Where is it?"

"Magnificent life," Robert mused. "Well, it must have something related to the Templars or the Holy Grail, or else Leigh wouldn't bother to write about it."

Come on, think, Robert! Think!

And then it hit him.

"Magnificent life. He's talking about the Holy Grail itself."

"But the Holy Grail wasn't alive," Sean said. "It was a cup."

"Or so the world thinks," Robert fired back. "The Holy Grail was actually Mary Magdalene. Magnificent life must be referring to Jesus' child, Sarah. She was raised in-"

"Wait. What are you talking about? Jesus never fathered a child. That's not what the Bible says."

"I don't care what the Bible says," Robert said, "As I was saying… Sarah was raised by her mother, Mary Magdalene, in France."

"France! That's it," Sean said. He gave a small laugh. "So, France. That's where they are."

"But where?" Robert said. "There is no way in hell we could find them in time."

"That's easy. They're headed to that Templar church… castle… whatever it is. Vance kept talking about it to Tess. They have to be there."

"Alright. I'll take your word for it," Robert said. "Now, let's get out of here, and get a flight to France."