6

"Your father studied Revelations?"

"Not specifically that I'm aware of," Indy confessed. He held some of the notes in one hand. "These sheets look pretty fresh, the ink is still crisp, so it must have been something he was working on right before his death. He never said anything-"

"You said you weren't very close."

Indy frowned. "This is a lot of work for a passing fascination…and yet I'm certain he would have mentioned it to someone."

"The same someone who told someone who eventually passed it on to my employer?"

They were quiet for a few minutes. McKenna yawned expansively and repositioned himself on his seat so he could stretch. Finally, Indy said, "I want to know how this ties together."

"So I imagined."

"Are you on a time table?"

"Never," McKenna admitted. "Once you know the link to the Book of Revelation, then what? Sell the knowledge to the highest bidder?"

"I'd be more likely to contact someone in Rome to see what they'd make of it all."

"Nest for a rat in a lonely, dark corner," McKenna grunted. "If your father knew what he'd stumbled upon-"

"Revelations either describes an event that's already happened, or one that's yet to come."

"Soon?"

"My guess is it describes an event from the past. I'm sure my father would have been somewhat alarmed, would have sent someone some instruction as to what could be done if the Apocalypse was forthcoming."

Rory suggested, "The person who eventually contacted my employer?"

"To sell the information? You'd think that person would have first attempted to acquire the papers himself." Indy's gaze narrowed. "You?"

"I never met your father." The young man leaned back with his hands apart, palms forward. "If I had, you'd think I'd have known better than to try and tangle with you."

"But you had heard of me."

"By reputation," he stammered. "Believe me or not, you're a bit famous in some circles…and even infamous in others."

Ignoring him, Indy pondered their next step. "Well, I suppose we should grab a copy of the Bible and see if these sheets are in order."

"You have a copy?" Rory asked.

"Somewhere," he admitted.