the elixir of life by michael j. scott-- chapter 1
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Copyright 2013 Michael J. Scott
2013 Ellechor Publishing House Edition
e Elixir of Life/ Scott, Michael J.
ISBN: 9781937844820
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For Terry Silence: the best Bible teacher Ive
ever known and the man who taught me themeaning of Gods grace.
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Josephs forearm and star-tled the old man into dropping the spoon into
the pasta fagioli. Joseph stared across the buffet
table at the six foot, dark-suited behemoth looming over
him. With a linebackers build, the bald man stood apart
from every other man in the drab dining hall of the New
York rescue mission. His bright blue eyes bore a cunning
intelligence without a hint of compassion, and none of thedull resignation or furtive maneuvering that characterized
so many of the missions clientele.
Who are you? What do you want? Joseph demanded,
tugging in vain to get his arm back.e brute smiled and said
nothing. He forced Josephs wrist over and yanked his sleeve
up, revealing a six-digit number tattooed on his forearm.Whats going on? Wearing a greasy apron over a rum-
pled NYU sweatshirt, Nicky appeared at Josephs side. He
planted his legs as if fully intending to take this gorilla on.
What are you doing to Joe?
Another man, easily as large as the first, stepped into view
and thrust Nicky back, holding up a shiny badge. Is not
your problem, non? the new man said in a thick, French
accent.
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And who are you?
is is William, and I am his partner. As if that set-
tled the matter. Joseph shook his head.
Oh yeah? said Nicky. Well, Im Joes partner. You
gotta problem with Joe, you gotta problem with me.
e newcomer grinned.
Nicky picked up a large spoon and a pot and banged
them for attention. Heads in the dining hall looked hisway. Hey, he called. Whos with me, eh? We stand
strong together.eres only two of them.
Joseph frowned. Most of the homeless men ducked their
heads and eyes, already too beaten by life to risk them-
selves for anothers troubles. Nicky seemed undaunted.
Come on, boys. You guys gonna let em do this to Joe?
With no further response from the others, he turned and
faced the heavies.
e bald brute named William turned to his partner.
Andre, quit screwing around. e numbers match. Its
him.
Andre nodded. en put him in the car.
Mr. Lake, said the bald man. Will you come with us,please?
It wasnt a request, and Joseph knew it. He said anyway,
My name isnt Lake.
Sure. Whatever. He tugged Joseph forward, as if
intending to pull him over the serving counter.
Hey, hey! Nicky dropped the spoon and picked up
a carving knife. Dont make me hurt you. He held the
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knife low, ready to slash. Despite Andres size, Joseph
could see Nicky meant it.
Incroyable!He thinks hes is going to cut me.
Side of beef like you, who could blame him? William
returned.
Andre smirked and moved aside the front of his jacket.
Joseph glimpsed the butt of a pistol in a shoulder holster.
Back off, little boy, or I will bring you in, too.A filament of doubt flickered in Nickys eyes. What are
you, cops?
You saw the badge, no?
Seen a lot of badges. at dont look like no cops badge
to me, and I dont know no cops in New York speak with
that accent.
Andre showed a toothy smile. Trs clever, he mur-
mured. His hand moved toward his gun. People, they get
hurt that way.
Wait. Joseph tore his forearm free from William,
glaring at him. Turning to the younger man, he said,
Nicky, put the knife away. Joseph removed his apron and
smoothed out his shirt.Joe
is is not the way. He put his hands on Nickys
shoulders. Remember what I taught you.
Nicky opened his mouth to argue. Joseph shook his
head. Everything will be all right. He turned and faced
them. I will go with you. Leave these men unharmed.
You see? He can be raisonnable.
Joseph vented a long breath. I have faced worse
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monsters than you in my time. Men like you are all the
same. All destined for the same place: the ash heap of
history.
Andre smirked. Allons-y.
Outside, Joseph paused on the sidewalk.
e two menpressed up behind him, flanking him. In front of him, a
limousine waited at the curb. e driver opened the door
and stood ready beside it.
Get in, William growled.
Joseph ran a shaky hand through the white tus of hair
still clinging to his head and shuffled forward, peering into
the limousine before climbing inside across from a well-dressed woman smoking a cigarette. She was a striking
beauty, somewhere between twenty and thirty years old,
he guessed, with flame red hair, green eyes, a thin build
and bare, slender legs poking beneath a dark skirt.
Mr. Lake? she asked with a smile. ank you for
joining us.at is not my name, he said. You have me mistaken
for someone
I think not. e numbers on your arm tell us, quite
definitively, who you are, Isaac. May I call you Isaac?
at is not my name!
Yes, I know. Her eyes flickered impatiently. at is
not your name. Right now. But we both know who you
are. We know you have worn many names through the
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years. Were it not for that unfortunate war, we might
never have found you. You are a master of hiding in plain
sight, Mr. Lake.
She signaled the driver and the limo pulled away from
the curb. Joseph glanced outside as the two heavies disap-
peared into a dark SUV behind them.
Do you mind if I ask you a question? she said.
What do you want with me?You have such a gi. She enunciated the word gi
carefully. You could be anything you wanted to be.
Wealthy beyond the dreams of avarice. Why do you waste
it here, among the indigent?
Joseph narrowed his eyes. You think you know so
much. You understand nothing at all.
e woman settled back into her seat and ordered the
driver to take them to the airport, then smiled demurely
at him. We shall see.
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choked on his champagne.His eyes widened, and he ducked his head, trying
desperately to breathe. Within the garish ball-
room, surrounded by men in tuxedos and women in eve-
ning gowns, a few heads glanced his way. e loud buzz of
conversations and music from the string quartet across the
room covered the sound of his wheezing.
Jonathan? Are you okay?A heavy blow thudded through his back. Someone was
clapping him hard, trying to assist. He tried to wave off
the help, smiling weakly at the concerned faces grouped
around him. Im okay, he gasped. Justwrong pipe.
Dr. Harold Bryce stopped slapping him long enough
to apologize to the students and their friends, eff
ectivelydismissing them while he assisted his friend. Jon blinked
his eyes, grateful for the excuse of choking, if only Bryce
would stop hitting him. He peered around his coworkers
girth. Bryce leaned toward him, helping him back to his
feet, but also blocking his view of the face that couldnt
have been on the other side of the room.
Not that that was a bad thing. Bryce was effectively
hiding him as well. Unless . . . A surge of panic grabbed
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his stomach and compressed it to the size of a golf ball. He
peeked around his friend.
Jonathan? Are you all right? You look pale.
He hadnt been seen. At least, he didnt think so. I need
to get out of here.
Bryce frowned. All right. Come.
No. is way. Jon tugged his friend, pulling him along
toward the kitchen area. Behind him, servers slipped throughthe swinging doors, carrying trays of hors doeuvres and
glasses of champagne to the assembled guests in the Founders
room of the University of Michigans Alumni Center.
Jonathan, what is going on? You act like youve seen a
ghost.
He steered Bryce through the swinging doors, glancing
once through the tiny window before pressing his body
against the wall. Call campus security. Better yet, the police.
What? Whatever is the matter?
Wait. He jerked his thumb toward the window in the
door. Bryce pushed his round glasses up and stepped to
the door peering through the window.
Jon said, Look for a blond man with a square jaw, blueeyes, about six feet tall or so, thin, and very athletic. See
him? Is he coming this way?
Bryce frowned, wrinkling his mustache against his
nose. He studied the crowd mingling in small groups
across the floor of the room, with wait staffin white coats
and black trousers expertly weaving among them holding
alo trays of champagne and hors doeuvres beneath the
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glowing chandeliers. Aer a moment he said, I dont see
anyone. What was he wearing?
Dark, Jon replied. A dark suit, I think.
Bryce looked again, but aer a moment shook his head
and gave up. I dont see anyone like that. Who is he?
Jon caught his breath. I must be seeing things. For a
moment I thought I saw Sean MacNeil.
Who?As many times as youve made me tell the story . . .
Bryces eyes bulged. e Irish mercenary? e terrorist
from your adventure in Turkey?
And one of the last people I ever want to see again.
What would he be doing here?
I cant even begin to imagine. I dont wantto know.
Youre sure you saw him?
I think so. It was only a moment. A passing glance.
Jon ran his hand over his forehead, surprised at the sweat.
Hes not the sort of man youd forget easily, as much as
you might want to.
He stared at the stainless steel counters in the kitchen.
Any moment now, the wait staffwould send for the maitred to escort them out. is was supposed to be a simple
affair. Just another end-of-the-year dinner party to thank
the Universitys supporters and alumni and remind them
to keep giving.
But if that really was Sean MacNeil, then he hadnt come
alone, and this simple dinner was about to become unbear-
ably complex. Dangerously so.
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Bryce shied his weight impatiently. What do you
want to do?
Jon swallowed. I dontI dont know.
ere you are!
ey turned toward the musical voice belonging to a
young woman whod just stepped through the door. She
wore a forest green evening gown with matching emeralds.
Shed woven her long, apricot tresses in a thick coil overone shoulder, and her smile glistened in the stark light of
the kitchen.
Bryce opened and closed his mouth. I-uh-who . . . sorry,
have we met?
Youre Dr. Harold Bryce, professor of archaeology and
a renowned specialist in the Middle Ages.
Ah, well, thats very flattering.
And you must be the famous Dr. Jonathan Munro.
And you are? Jon eyed her warily.
Evelyn Rothman. She extended her hand. Bryce took it,
kissing it gently. Oh, charmed, she said.en she cocked her
head. Why are you two hiding in the kitchen? She studied
their faces, then covered her mouth with a surprised, Oh,Im so sorry. How rude of me. You must be tired of all the
publicity and thefameand here I am gushing over you
like a school girl when all you want is a moment to breathe
and . . . She grinned. is isnt how I pictured this.
What is it you want, Ms. Rothman? Jon asked.
I only wanted a moment of your timethat is, Dr.
Bryces time. I have an artifact I wanted to show you. Its
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something I think youll find very interesting. You could
come, too, Dr. Munro.
I dont know, said Bryce. is might not be a good
time. He glanced at Jon, his eyes searching.
I think thats a splendid idea. Jon turned with Bryce
and muttered into his ear, e quicker we get out of here,
the better Ill feel.
ey followed the woman back into the ballroom asshe wove her way through the crowded guests. Before they
reached the exit, Jon felt a hand touch his elbow. Dr. Munro,
a word please?
He turned to see the gnarled face of the dean waiting
expectantly by his side. Bryce paused, clearly concerned.
is isnt a good time, sir, Jon protested.
e dean took him by the elbow and drew him across
the floor. As the new director of Antiquities, you have an
obligation to our donors. I dont care if you have to meet
every one of them. Someone in here may be the one who
donated ten million dollars to your department. e least
you can do is shake his handeven if you have to talk
with every last one of the guests to discover who he is.Jons eyes darted around the room. Harry and Ms.
Rothman were already gone. He had to get out of here!
It is part of your responsibility, Dr. Munro. One you
have been ducking far too long. Now, do be gracious, and
try smiling for once. You look sickly.
Jon swallowed his fear and tried to compose him-
self. It was possible hed imagined seeing the mercenary.
Hed been on edge ever since the money came into the
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department. True, the donor was anonymous, but Jon had
his suspicions. It felt too much like Turkey all over again,
especially aer his Blackberry was stolen and mysteriously
reappeared. His colleagues blamed it on his chronic absent-
mindedness, but he knew for certain hed leit recharging
in his car. It disappeared that morning and reappeared in
the exact same spot that evening. Somebody had taken it.
He just couldnt prove who, let alone why.e dean brought Jon to face a couple at least as old and
frail as the dean himself. George, Pauline? I wanted to
introduce you to one of our rising stars: Dr. Jon Munro,
professor of ancient literature and, uh
Paleography.
Paleography, and our new director of Antiquities. Jon,
this is George and Pauline Greyson, some of our oldest
alumni and very generous benefactors. He pressed his
aged lips into a thin line, clearly waiting for Jon to say
something.
Well, surely not thatold. Jon said with forced charm
as he kissed Mrs. Greysons hand. She tittered apprecia-
tively. e dean nodded, satisfied, and moved on alone.Jon gritted his teeth and smiled. Old is, aer all, a rela-
tive term.
Yes, returned George. Its a term you only use for
relatives.
Jon pasted on a smile, pretending George was funny,
and tried to find a way out. Well put, sir.
He didnt really want to be the director of Antiquities.
Hed only taken the job because it felt right at the timehis
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way of striking back at the board for sending him on the
Turkey assignment in the first place. For years hed been
content to live quietly, squirreled away in his corner office
with his beloved books and histories, begrudgingly coming
out to teach his classes before disappearing down his hole
again. en his whole world upended when he was sent to
validate a find by a dubious relic hunter who happened to
be a former friend, as well as the brother of his ex-fiance.Within hours of arriving hed been held at gunpoint, shot
at, nearly blown up, and chased down a tree, not to men-
tion kidnapped twice and forced to flee the country. Hed
been turned into a border-jumping, international fugitive,
now permanently banned from Turkey and still wanted by
Syriaall for the sake of finding the lost autograph scrolls
of the New Testament. Still, he couldnt quite shake the
feeling that just finding those documentsholding them
in his hand however brieflymade it all worthwhile.
He scanned the room, his heart thudding. What if Sean
were here? It wouldnt take the mercenary long to spot
him standing out in the open like this. For that matter, he
might have already.Tell me, Dr. Munro, Mrs. Greyson asked, is it true
that you found some of the oldest manuscripts of the New
Testament in existence?
Hmm? Oh, well, nothing has been confirmed.
ats right. ey were stolen again, almost immedi-
ately. Is that correct? said George.
Sadly, yes. Before we could validate the find. He
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stopped looking long enough to smile at the Greysons.
How long before he could ditch them and make his escape?
It must have been quite an experience to hold some-
thing that old in your hands.
Jon bit his tongue and nodded.ere were too many ways
this conversation could go wrong. He glanced in the direc-
tion of the door where Bryce had followed the young Ms.
Rothman out and didnt see either one of them standingthere. What if Sean had done something to Bryce?
Mrs. Greyson was saying something else about cunei-
form tablets when Jon interrupted her. Im terribly sorry,
Mr. and Mrs. Greyson. It was lovely to meet you both, but
I have a pressing engagement I must attend to.
Oh dear, I hope we havent kept you.
Not at all. Please excuse me.
He offered a polite bow and edged toward the door,
trying hard not to run. Pushing through to the outside, he
felt a blast of warm, night air envelope him. At the bottom
of the stairs, Harry Bryce waited.
Swallowing his relief, Jon skipped down the steps to his
waiting friend.I was getting worried, said Bryce.
Had to ditch the Greysons, he explained. Dean
Richards wanted to show me off. Im not sure it worked
in his favor.
Mm. Mine either. I told her I had a prior engagement.
You owe me one.
Whats that?
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Oh, the lovely Ms. Rothman was quite eager for my
company this evening. Told me so.
Did she? Just think of the ethics charge Ive kept you
from. Youll thank me later.
Yes. Youre a true friend.
Feelings mutual. Lets get out of here. ey turned to
go, but Jon stopped short as a lithe figure pushed into the
streetlights halo, hands shoved into his pockets and a slygrin on his face.
Leaving so soon? Sean MacNeil asked. I was hoping
we might have a wee chat.