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decay,
but it shows decay that is much more recent than when we believe any life could
have been sustained on the planet?” A voice came from behind him.
    Dr. Phillips
pulled open the file cabinet. He laid the brown folder on top and reached into
the back of the drawer and pulled out a thick manila envelope.
    “You know,” he
said not turning to look at the person standing behind him. “I haven’t looked
at this in years.” He laid the thick folder on a table near the cabinet. “I
mulled over it when we first got it. Not really putting a lot of thought into
the possibilities or the ramifications of those possibilities. I followed
protocol. I turned the information over to the Pentagon. But then I convinced
myself that it couldn’t be true and I shipped it out to the archives. I
instructed that it be put as far back, and as deep down in the unit as it could
go. Preferably to stay buried there forever.” Dr. Phillips finally looked at
his research assistant who had been in an office inside the lab throughout his
conversation with Frank Williams. Evidently, he had heard the entire
conversation.
    “What is it?”
    “After I got
these new pictures – the eroded rock . . .” He smiled. “I had this file brought
back over to my office.” He stroked the top page of the papers in the folder.
    “What is it? Is
it more pictures of what you think are skeletal remains?”
    “No. But it is
more evidence of life on Mars.”
    “We already
have evidence of life on Mars. Microbial life and nothing more.”
    “This may prove
that there was more.”
    “Are you going
to tell me what it is?”
    “Back in 1997,”
he looked at his research assistant and wished that somehow he could just make
this all go away. “Back in 1997 we found evidence of nuclear activity on Mars.”
    “What?”
    “Oh, and not
the kind you can explain away with atmospheric contents, or naturally occurring
reactions. Believe me.”
    “Well what kind
was it?”
    “The kind that
can only be explained with the intervention of some higher being.”
    “Like humans.”
    “Like humans.”
    “Are you going
to do anything with that information?” The research assistant took the folder
out of Dr. Phillips hands and opened it up.
    “Yes. I already
have done something.” He sat down at his desk and rubbed his hands over his
face. “I did the only thing I knew to do.”

Chapter Seven
    Cleveland, Ohio
     
    From
the time we left my office in Mather Memorial on Bellflower, I felt like we
were being followed. I tried to shake it off, but it wasn’t working.
    My
son, a lawyer in my brother Greg’s law firm, had come for lunch. I wasn’t
teaching this semester. I had taken a sabbatical to do research.
    The
knot in my stomach and bad feelings I got when I first felt our stalkers’
presence seemed not to want to go away. Maybe the queasiness didn’t mean the
two men I’d spotted were following us. Perhaps Elaina’s words playing in the
back of my mind wasn’t what was really causing me to be nervous. Maybe what I
felt was just the jitters because I was going to finally tell my son about what
I had discovered in two thousand year old manuscripts found with the Dead Sea
Scrolls in the caves at Qumran.
    I
was going to tell him the truth about man’s origin.
    I
guess I should call it my “theory” of man’s origin, but in my mind I had enough
evidence that the “concept” was so much more. It was reality.
    We
turned off Bellflower, leaving the hubbub of Case Western Reserve University’s
campus and walked up Ford Avenue. I noticed that a third man, seemingly
attached to the two following me, had parked and was getting out of a black
Ford Escape. It was a newer model, with heavily tinted windows and like the man
that exited it, it looked ominous. The man had on black boots, black pants,
black leather gloves and jacket, and wore a short-cropped hair cut. He was at
least six-feet tall and muscular. I thought the only thing missing was him
having beady