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Chapter 67

           Herealizedthathetoowasnowgrinning.

           WedgedinthebackoftheRangeRover,Silascouldbarelybreathe.Hisarmswerewrenchedbackwardandheavilylashedtohisankleswithkitchentwineandducttape.Everybumpintheroadsentpainshootingthroughhistwistedshoulders.Atleasthiscaptorshadremovedthecilice.Unabletoinhalethroughthestripoftapeoverhismouth,hecouldonlybreathethroughhisnostrils,whichwereslowlycloggingupduetothedustyrearcargoareaintowhichhehadbeencrammed.Hebegancoughing.

           «Ithinkhe’schoking,»theFrenchdriversaid,soundingconcerned.

           TheBritishmanwhohadstruckSilaswithhiscrutchnowturnedandpeeredovertheseat,frowningcoldlyatSilas.«Fortunatelyforyou,weBritishjudgeman’scivilitynotbyhiscompassionforhisfriends,butbyhiscompassionforhisenemies.»TheBritreacheddownandgrabbedtheducttapeonSilas’smouth.Inonefastmotion,hetoreitoff.

           Silasfeltasifhislipshadjustcaughtfire,buttheairpouringintohislungswassentfromGod.«Whomdoyouworkfor?»theBritishmandemanded.»IdotheworkofGod,»Silasspatbackthroughthepaininhisjawwherethewomanhadkickedhim.

           «YoubelongtoOpusDei,»themansaid.Itwasnotaquestion.«YouknownothingofwhoIam.»«WhydoesOpusDeiwantthekeystone?»

           Silashadnointentionofanswering.ThekeystonewasthelinktotheHolyGrail,andtheHolyGrailwasthekeytoprotectingthefaith.

           IdotheworkofGod.TheWayisinperil

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