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documents?”
    “I will look through my papers for the carrier as we talk. As to the other, I ran across an obscure reference to the Roman coins you found here in Ireland. Like any historian, I went to work digging deeper. I found a gold mine. I felt some of my research findings were highly volatile politically. I don’t mean historically, but today.”
    “Volatile in what way and would they be volatile enough for someone to take Ailís?” Julian demanded as his heart thundered and his focus narrowed.
    “Let’s say religiously and politically explosive. Events in the Vatican, and elsewhere today, can trace their lineage directly to the documents I unearthed. The papers would be volatile from any point of view. At least, that’s where the evidence points.
    “Julian, I’ve not nailed it down yet, but I’m on to something important and very likely dangerous,” the professor ruminated. “Could it have lead to this sort of thing? I have to answer, it is possible.
    “Copies were sent to a colleague of mine in the antiquities department at Sapienza University there in Rome, for further study. He has access to local resources I do not,” the professor said and then continued.
    “You were correct. I never doubted you by the way. The treasure you unearthed here was only half of what it should have been. The other half never left Rome.”
    “Literally, ancient history, professor. I still don’t understand. How could it still be dangerous two thousand years after the fact?” Julian asked.
    “Well, my young friend,” the professor said trying to lighten a darkening mood, “be careful how you use the word ancient. I’ve been called that and I’m still dangerous enough. As for the how of it, I will leave my colleague to explain.”
    “I will contact him. But tell me, how is Bridget?”
    “Yes, well, when confronted by one’s own ignorance of the ways of history, it is always best to change the subject,” the professor said and, moved by the force of the professor’s snort, Julian smiled in spite of himself.
    “My Bridget is doing swimmingly. The woman positively blossoms when in my presence. Wait, I better not say that aloud. She nearly destroyed me the last time.”
    Julian heard the professor’s chuckle and couldn’t help but smile again. The professor supplied the name of the overnight service and the waybill number, and the name of his fellow professor in Rome.
    “Thank you for calling me back professor. When I know more I will let you know,” Julian said.
    “Before you ring off, I have something more,” the professor said and Julian remained silent.
    “We are all concerned Julian - Bridget, Moira and the rest. Concerned for our Ailís of course, but concerned for you as well. Have a care son. We live in a wicked world.”
    “I’ll be careful professor,” Julian said and hung up the phone. He lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling trying to see into the past, trying to connect with Ailís.
    Past viewing was a talent he had exhibited early on and his teacher, Moira Hagan, had encouraged and helped him to develop it. Julian felt he wasn’t very good at it because he couldn’t control the visions.
    While others could see into the future, Julian was able to see past events as if watching reruns on television. Sometimes, he would see pieces of the very distant past while at other times, he was able to clearly watch events unfold near the present. He could not control what he saw or when.
    He fell into an exhausted sleep seeing another of former Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi’s fraud trials. For Berlusconi, the past, the present and the future looked pretty much the same.
    ***
    “Inspector Saviano, I really don’t need any help. I just want to ask a few questions,” Julian said as they hurried down Via Sasilina and closed in on the express delivery service.
    “Signore Blessing, although you make a valiant attempt at speaking Italian, it is not sufficient to find out the time of day. Secondly,