some of my subordinates confirmed that he was on Malta, I knew there was a problem. But once I found out Cardinal Gallo was headed there, too, I decided to recruit some outside help.”
“He quietly asked me to send an agent to keep an eye on the cardinal,” Stephanie said. “Of course, we had no idea of the full extent of what was going to happen.”
“To say the least,” Stamm added. “I’ve lost my operational head and second in command.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” Stephanie said to Cotton. “This is going to require care, skill, and experience.”
“We need to get Gallo. Now,” he said.
Stamm shook his head. “The sanctity of the conclave cannot be broken.”
“The sanctity is already broken,” Stephanie said. “The whole thing is a sham. It needs to end.”
“We can simply wait until they break for the day, then move on Gallo,” Stamm said.
But Cotton knew something about conclaves. “And what do you do if they elect him pope this afternoon? They’ll take a vote today, won’t they?”
Stamm went silent for a moment, then said, “Yes. They will. Probably sometime in the next hour.”
“We have no idea what Gallo has done,” Cotton said. “If the information he has is as bad as you say, he may have already applied pressure. He’s been in Rome for several hours. This conclave has to end. I’m sorry if that’s going to be a PR disaster, but the man is a murderer. Are the doors to the Sistine closed yet?”
“They are about to be.”
“We need to move.”
* * *
Pollux watched as, one by one, the men in scarlet lined up and approached the lectern to take the oath. At his turn, he stood, laid his hand on the gospels, and swore to obey the Apostolic Constitution. Again, no one gave him a second look or even seemed to care.
But by tomorrow evening they would.
After the last man swore allegiance, the papal master of ceremonies uttered the classic words.
“Extra Omnes.”
Everybody out.
The public portion of the conclave had concluded and the functionaries at the back, beyond the marble screen—photographers recording the oath swearing, officials from the Vatican offices, along with various archbishops, priests, and monsignors who had helped prepare the event—left. Then the tall wooden doors were eased shut for the cameras beyond and latched from the inside. In centuries past it had been the opposite. That was when there were fewer cardinals, and such a small electorate magnified each vote and amplified the amount of corruption. Conclaves sometimes lasted months, even years. The bargaining among the participants anything but subtle. Finally, in 1274, Gregory X ordered that electors be locked in seclusion, their food severely rationed, until they came to a consensus. Needless to say, things began to happen faster.
This would be a short conclave, too.
Two days at best.
His election had to be viewed as one of divine inspiration, since Kastor’s reputation was hardly papabile. The selection would be shocking to the world. He wondered if any of the offending cardinals would resist him. Maybe. But he’d make clear that they would end their tenure as princes of the church in disgrace, perhaps even in jail, with the world media knowing exactly what they’d done and the new pope forced to deal with their indiscretions. So why not have a friend on the throne of St. Peter. Albeit one who owned them. But nonetheless a friend.
Surely every one of them had realized the risks they were taking when they decided to break not only God’s law but the laws of every civilized nation. The last thing they would want was to be exposed, but if that was their desire, he’d accommodate them. Instead of pope he would become God’s Whistleblower. That should do wonders for the tarnished image of Kastor Cardinal Pollux.
But he doubted that would be the route they’d take.
Just a simple vote, in secret, one they could actually disavow later if they so desired, and all would remain as it was now.
If nothing else, cardinals were practical.
The doors to the Sistine were closed and locked. The conclave had begun. There would be another sermon, then the first vote would be taken. Before him on the clothed table were a few pencils, a scrutiny sheet where a count of any voting could be recorded, a copy of Ordo Rituum, the Order for Rites in the conclave, and a stack of ballot cards with the words ELIGO IN SUMMUM PONTIFICEM printed at the top.
I elect as Supreme Pontiff.
He planned to write his name on