The Oracle Code - By Charles Brokaw Page 0,125
eaten here?” Lourds was surprised. He knew Layla had traveled extensively. “You’ve been to Athens several times.”
Layla nodded. “I have, but I have not eaten here. I’m surprised you could get us in on such short notice.”
“Actually, I started trying to arrange this dinner two days ago.” Lourds was conscious of the engagement ring in his pants pocket, tight against his thigh. He was more nervous than he’d thought he would be. “I had a bit of luck, and I know the maître d’.”
“If you started planning this two days ago, you must not have had much to do regarding that business in the tunnels.”
Lourds sighed and shook his head. “Trust me. There was a lot to do. The biggest issue was the police involvement. In light of the fact that Dmitry Dolgov and his people disappeared like they’d never been there in the first place, Professor Marias and I were hard-pressed to explain everything to the satisfaction of the homicide inspector. She was very thorough, very demanding. If I ever get murdered, I’d want her to bring my killer to justice.”
Layla looked serious. “Please, do not even joke about such things.”
Chastened, Lourds smiled. “Of course. I’m sorry, Layla. That was thoughtless.”
She waved it off. “It is nothing. So, was she satisfied with you in the end?”
Lourds held out his hands. “No cuffs. I’m a free man.”
“Yes, you are. I am glad.”
“Of course, you have heard about Nevsky’s assassination and the Russian military withdrawal from the Ukraine?”
“Yes.” That had been in all the news. Several of the generals in Moscow were no longer working. General Cherkshan was still in business though. And Dmitry Dolgov had dropped Lourds a line to let him know he would see great changes in the Russian Federation’s diplomacy soon. Things would go back to as they were—better, in fact, Dmitry claimed.
Lourds selected another ravioli stuffed with wild mushrooms, truffle oil, and mashed green fava beans, popped it into his mouth, and savored the flavors.
“There is no hope of opening the tunnel at Elis again?”
Lourds shook his head. “An engineering enterprise like that would cost millions of dollars. I can’t think of anyone who would be interested in spending that kind of money on the hope of reaching Hades.”
“But you have the scrolls. Surely someone would be interested in excavating the site.”
“We haven’t found anyone yet. Most of them agree that the scrolls we found are intriguing, but they’re also convinced that everything that might have been down there was destroyed by the tremor. No one’s calling what happened an earthquake yet.” Lourds frowned. “I’m told the event never registered on any seismographs in the area.”
“Strange.”
“It is.”
She smiled at him. “Even though you didn’t find Hades, you did find scrolls that will be the envy of several scholars.”
“They’ll be credited to Boris. This was his find.”
“Speaking of finds, the original scrolls in the tomb Boris located should be returned to the museums in Afghanistan.”
Lourds nodded. “They will be.”
The waiter came and cleared their plates, then poured them another glass of wine.
“What about your vision of Charon down in the caves?”
“I believe the chamber off the Oracle room was set up the same way as the Oracle of Delphi. I think that they deliberately tapped into the gases that created the visions there.”
“How did they find those gases?”
“I don’t know. I’m hoping some of that is revealed in the scrolls Adonis and I found.” Lourds sipped his wine. “We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us.”
“I know.” Layla looked sad. “So do I. I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut my visit here short. I have to go back in the morning.”
That disappointed Lourds greatly. He had been hoping she could stay at least a couple days. “At least we have tonight.” Nervously, he reached into his pocket and took the ring box out in his fist. Still holding his hand closed, he held it out to her. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
Tears glistened in Layla’s eyes. Before he could say anything further, she curled her hand over his and spoke in a whisper. “Don’t.”
Shocked, Lourds froze.
She smiled at him sadly. “I love you, Thomas. God knows that I do. And I wish that things were different. But they are not. I am limited. I am only one person. I cannot do my job and be anything like what you want and deserve.”
Confused, Lourds shook his head. “Layla, I won’t ask you to change, and I wouldn’t want you to. You know that. I understand—better than most—just how much your work is a part of who you are. I would never take you away from that.”
She was silent and her lower lip trembled. “I know, Thomas, and I love that about you, but I just can’t. These past few weeks have proven that to me. I am needed at work, but I want to be with you. I especially wanted to be with you when you were walking into so much danger.”
“I made it through.”
“I know you did.” She smiled. “The problem is me. If I cannot give you everything I feel a wife should in her marriage—her time, her commitment, her love—then I will only be unhappy with myself. Trying to be with you and not be able to be the wife I want to be would destroy me. Do you understand?”
Lourds tightened his grip on the ring box and took it back. He pushed it once more into his pocket. “I do.”
She stood up, then leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. “This has to be goodbye, my love. I wish there was another way.”
“Me too.” Lourds knew better than to try to ask her to change her mind. Once she’d made her decision, there was no changing it. And he knew she was pulled in too many directions. He’d seen it.
Without another word, she turned and walked away.
Lourds let her go. He drank his wine and slowly decompressed, trying to figure out what he should do with himself. Then he took out his phone and called Marias.
“Hello?”
“Have you ever had a woman break your heart?”
Marias hesitated. “I am sorry things did not go as you expected.”
“The question stands.”
“Yes, I have had my heart broken several times.”
“First time for me.” Lourds took a breath. “What do you do when it happens?”
“You chase after other women—”
“No.”
“—drink yourself stupid—”
“Not appealing in the slightest.”
“—or throw yourself into your work.”
“Now that is something I’m good at. Where are you?”
“At the museum.”
“Working?”
“Yes.”
“Could you use another pair of hands?”
“Of course. I’ll put on a pot of coffee. I was planning to call you in the morning anyway.”
“I’ll be there in just a few minutes.” Lourds put his phone away, picked up his hat and backpack, and headed for the door.
About the Author
New York Times bestselling author Charles Brokaw is the author of The Atlantis Code, The Lucifer Code, and The Temple Mount Code. Charles Brokaw is a pseudonym for an author, academic, and college educator living in the Midwest. He’s had a rich and varied life, and is fascinated by history, human accomplishment, and archeology.
Other Books by Charles Brokaw
THE ATLANTIS CODE (Tor Books, 2009)
THE LUCIFER CODE (Tor Books, 2010)
THE TEMPLE MOUNT CODE (Tor Books, 2011)
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Epilogue
About the Author
Other Books by Charles Brokaw
Connect with Charles Brokaw online
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Epilogue
About the Author
Other Books by Charles Brokaw
Connect with Charles Brokaw online