"Do you think what I've told you is utterly absurd, Signor D'Alaqua?" Sofia pressed.
"Dottoressa Galloni, you and your team are the professionals, and you do your job. I have no opinion at all with respect to your suspicions or your line of investigation. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Sofia raised her chin slightly and smiled. "We may have more questions for you as our inquiry proceeds, Signor D'Alaqua. We just wanted to advise you of our thinking and that therefore we're going to be doing a thorough investigation of your personnel."
"Signor Lazotti will give you all the help you need, I'm sure."
D'Alaqua wasn't going to say another word. Sofia stood up and extended her hand.
"Thank you for your cooperation."
'A pleasure to meet you, Dottoressa Galloni."
Sofia was furious with herself but managed to chat amiably with Moretti, D'Alaqua's secretary, as he walked her to Mario Lazotti's office.
Lazotti greeted her with a smile. "Tell me, Dottoressa Galloni, what is it you need?"
"I need all the information you have on the men who were working in the cathedral, including all the personal details you have."
"I gave all that information to one of your colleagues in the Art Crimes Department and to the police, but I'll be happy to give you a copy of the entire file as well. I've already asked my secretary to prepare it for you. As for personal information, I'm afraid we won't be of much help there; COCSA is a large corporation, and it's difficult to get to know each and every employee. The supervisor at the cathedral might be your best source in that regard."
A young woman came in with a large file folder, which Lazotti handed to Sofia.
Sofia thanked him and setded more comfortably into the chair he had offered her. "Signor Lazotti, have you had many accidents like the one in the Turin Cathedral?"
"What do you mean?"
"COCSA is a company that does a lot of work for the Church. You've made repairs and done maintenance work on almost every cathedral in Italy."
"Italy and most of Europe. And accidents, unfortunately, happen, even though we closely comply with all security and safety regulations and take strict measures of our own."
"Could you give me a list of all the accidents COCSA has had in the course of its work on cathedrals?"
"I'll look into it and do everything I can. It won't be easy. In every job there are problems, incidents of one sort or another-cuts, bruises, falls, broken arms, that sort of thing-and I'm not sure we keep a record of all of them. Normally, the chief engineer or supervisor files a report at the time, though, so… How far back would you want me to go?"
"Let's say the last fifty years."
Lazotti allowed himself an incredulous look, but he never lost his air of cool efficiency.
"I'll do what I can," he repeated. "Where do you want the information sent?"
"Here's my card, and here's my cell phone number. Call me, and if I'm in Turin I'll come by and pick it up. If not, you can send it to my office in Rome."
"I hope you'll excuse my asking, Dottoressa Galloni, but what is it you're looking for?"
Sofia measured him with a quick look, then decided to tell him the truth.
"I'm looking for whoever it is that creates 'accidents' in the Turin Cathedral."
"Sorry?" Lazotti seemed genuinely puzzled.
"We don't think these events are accidents. We're looking for the person or persons behind them."
"You're joking! But of course you're not. But who would want to damage the cathedral? You suspect our employees?"
"That's what we want to find out-who and why."
"But are you sure? On what evidence? You're di-recdy accusing COCSA's employees of involvement in this?"
"It's not an accusation, but it's something we need to investigate."
'All right. Of course. You can count on us to cooperate fully."
"I am counting on you, Signor Lazotti."
Sofia left the glass-and-steel building, mulling whether she'd chosen the right strategy in revealing her suspicions to COCSA's head of human resources as well as to D'Alaqua. At that very moment D'Alaqua might be calling the minister to complain. Or he might not be doing anything-either because he gave their suspicions no importance, or because he did.
She needed to call Marco immediately. If D'Alaqua was talking to the minister, she had to prepare her boss for what was coming.
She had also come to a decision about Pietro. She was going to break it off. Their relationship suddenly struck her as disgusting.
11
Izaz's quill filled parchment after parchment with the stories that Thaddeus told. Abgar and the queen had praised the scrolls he had so carefully produced, and he dreamed that someday he, too, might become a royal scribe. Thaddeus called for him often, to dictate to him the memories of the Nazarene that were so dear to him, and the young man knew by heart the adventures that Thaddeus and Jesus had shared.
Thaddeus would close his eyes and seem to submerge himself in a dream as he told the stories-what Jesus was like, the things he said, the things he did.
Josar had also written his own remembrances and had had them copied down, and one copy of each account was kept in the royal archives. They would do the same with the stories told by Thaddeus. Thus had Abgar ordered, for the king dreamed that Edessa might leave to its children the true story of Jesus.
Time had passed, and Thaddeus had remained. The queen and Abgar had asked him to stay, to help them be good Christians, to help Josar spread the teachings of Jesus, and to make Edessa a place of refuge for all those who believed in him.
Izaz was glad that Thaddeus had not left the city. His uncle was comforted that there was another person in Edessa who had known the Nazarene, and Josar sought the counsel of Thaddeus with respect to what he should say to the citizens of the city who came to his house to learn of the Savior and to pray.
Every day Thaddeus went with Josar to the first temple that the queen had had raised to Jesus. There he spoke to and prayed with groups of men and women who came to seek consolation for their tribulations, came in hopes that their prayers might reach that Jesus who had saved Abgar from his cruel disease. He also sat with the faithful who congregated in a new temple built by the great Marcius, the royal architect.
Thaddeus had asked Marcius to make the new temple as simple as the old one, which was little more than a house with a great atrium in which the word of Jesus might be preached. He told Marcius how Jesus had cast the moneylenders out of the temple in Jerusalem and how the spirit of Jesus could live only in a place of simplicity and peace.
"I, Maanu, prince of Edessa, son of Abgar, implore thee, Syn, god of gods, to aid me in destroying the impious men who confound our people and incite them to abandon thee and betray the gods of our fathers."