Lexi was sitting with her eyes closed and her boots up on the desk, pretending to sleep but he knew she was listening to everything. Maria was arguing with someone on the phone in what he guessed was not polite Russian, and Lea was returning to the room from the veranda.
“Oh good,” Eden said, walking into the room and sitting at the table. “You’re all here already.”
“So what’s the problem?” Scarlet said, taking a seat at the far end of the table and placing not one but two chilled vodka and tonics in front of her. “Superman need his pants pulling up again?”
Ryan made a big show of checking his pants. “Nope.” He smuggled something from his pocket into his mouth and started chewing.
Scarlet smirked. “What’s that you’ve got there?”
“Nothing.”
“Yeah, right.” A few seconds later she was pinning his arms down and putting her hand in his pocket.
“Get off!”
“Don’t say you’re not enjoying this, boy. It can’t be everyday a good-looking woman wants to know what’s inside your trousers.”
“Hey!” Maria said. “I’m not bad-looking!”
Scarlet didn’t reply. Instead, she victoriously pulled the little paper bag from Ryan’s pocket and waved it in the air.
“Give it back!”
“What have we here?” she said, peering inside the bag. “Gummy Bears?”
“I mean it, Scarlet.”
“Stop whining,” she said. “It doesn’t become you.”
“Whining is good,” Ryan said. “After all, the squeaky wheel gets the grease.”
“If you say so. I’ll have a couple of these, thank you very much,” she said, and then tipped the bag up, emptying half the contents of the Gummy Bears into her mouth. “Yummy!” she said with her cheeks bulging out.
“I got those in Acapulco,” Ryan said, waiting until she swallowed. “They’ve been inside my trousers for days. Still yummy?”
Before she could respond, Lea clicked the outside door shut and joined them, and then Eden cleared his throat and began to speak.
“I know how you all feel about what happened in Mexico, but we need to move on. Friendly contacts within the American and Mexican Governments have extended their gratitude to me, and I’m passing it on to you. I know we lost the idol, but we took out Morton Wade and that was something we should all be proud of. You might like to know that the FBI raided his property in Texas and found another room similar to the obsidian chamber we saw in Mexico and…” he paused for a moment as he let out a long sigh. “They also found more evidence of human sacrifice so it looks like he’d had a few practice runs before getting to Mexico. You ended that, so well done.”
“But like you say,” Lea said. “We lost the idol.”
“And that’s why we’re here today. Hawke — over to you.”
Hawke nodded and began to speak. “As you all know, when the dust was settling at the Mexican temple, I said I thought I’d seen the idol somewhere before — and I had.”
“What are you talking about?” Lexi said.
“I thought about it a lot on the way home,” he continued. “And since returning to Elysium it’s been driving me crazy. I was agonizing about it because I was sure I’d seen it on TV or even read about it.”
“TV’s more likely in your case, surely,” Ryan said with a smirk.
“Thanks. Anyway, after a while I realized where I’d seen the damned thing, and it was right here.”
They all turned to look at him except Lea. He’d already told her.
“Less than an hour ago it finally clicked where I’d seen it, so I went to check it out and I was right.” As he spoke he pulled the idol out of a bag on the floor and placed it gently on the smoked glass tabletop. It was almost identical in its design and style as the idol of Tanit, but was of a bearded man instead. The base was indistinguishable from the base of the Tanit idol, fashioned into an intricate seven-pointed star with an inverted ziggurat receding inside it.
Ryan gasped. “Oh my God!”
“Where did you get that?” asked Scarlet.
Hawke grinned. “Like I said — from right here on the island.”
“But where did it come from originally?” Maria said.
“I know where he got it from,” Ryan said. He looked at Hawke and the two men shared a glance for a second. “The Arctic Circle… via the Elysium treasure vault.”
“Ryan’s right,” Hawke said, bringing everyone’s attention back to the golden idol standing solemnly on the briefing room table. “It took me a long time to work it out but then the penny dropped. I’d seen it while the hoard we took from Valhalla was being inventoried, but we never got around to logging it because we were less than halfway through when Ben was murdered and Mexico kicked off.”
A wave of realization rippled over the team as they understood what had happened.
Hawke looked at his friends. “This idol was in Valhalla. Small enough to be overlooked by us like much of the hoard, and waiting patiently in our vault to be inventoried.”
“And it changes everything,” Eden said.
“You bet your arses it does!” Ryan said. He got up from his seat and walked around the table. Picking it up, he weighed it in his hands and looked at his reflection in the shining golden contours of the ancient idol.
“Do we know who it is?” Maria asked.
“Oh my God!” Scarlet said. “Is it Father Christmas?”
Ryan sighed and rolled his eyes. “It’s not Father Christmas.”
“But it does look a little like Santa,” Alex added, deliberately jibing Ryan.
“It’s not bloody Santa.”
“So who then?” Lexi asked.
Ryan replied without hesitation. “It’s Búri, no doubt.”
“And who the buggering hell is he when he’s at home?” said Scarlet.
“A Norse god, father of Borr.”
“Borr?” Scarlet said with a smirk. “Is he a relation of yours, boy?”
“Borr!” Ryan said, rolling the Rs for effect. “Not bore.”
“Ah.”
“He’s Odin’s grandfather if it makes it any easier for you, and this is highly significant.”
“How so?” Lexi said.
“Because the idol I saw in Mictlan was a depiction of Tanit, and she was the supreme female deity of Punic and Phoenician cultures.”
“Not putting the dots together,” Lea said.
Alex smiled and nodded — she was a step ahead. “I know where this is going.”
“Then be a doll and enlighten the rest of us,” Scarlet said, pulling a cigarette out of her packet and flicking it from one hand to the other.
“They’re both the senior divine figures of their religious cultures,” the American woman said.
Ryan nodded, clicked his fingers and pointed at Alex. “Give that woman the star prize! Búri was the first god of the Norse, and Tanit was the supreme deity of Carthage, and now we know they each have idols fashioned in their likenesses.”
“And yet those cultures were entirely separate,” Hawke said.
“And the bloody Carthage one was found in Mexico,” said Scarlet.
“So the same people must have made these idols?” Lexi said.
“I’m seeing where this is going,” Lea said.
“Right,” Eden added firmly. “It’s going to a place that seems to be pointing toward some kind of parent culture.”
“This is starting to freak me out,” Lea said.
“Or in English,” Scarlet added. “Shit’s getting real, baby.”
Eden frowned, but they all knew she was right. “Yes, I supposed shit is getting real,” he said, the italics audible in his words. “Also, and with many thanks to the Mexican authorities, we now have photographs of all the symbols and pictograms inside both the Temple of Huitzilopochtli and the subterranean complex we’re calling Mictlan.”