There was silence in Joachim Mizrahi's lab.

Not the silence of quiet industry. Not the silence of no one present. Not the silence of contemplation.

The silence of terrible error.

He'd worked so hard to translate Lemegeton into a workable Zohar control system . . .

. . . only to find out it was a doomsday key.

He'd gone too far and too many people knew too much for him to dismantle the work he'd done. There was no going back.

"What have I done? My God!"

And now he had to leave the rest to Juli and MOMO.