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Savior of Mankind. To refer to it as anything less is blasphemy.”
    There was a momentary silence before Tolen responded. “Point taken.”
    It must not have been the response Diaz sought. He wheeled in his seat, obviously intent on pushing the conversation further. He raised a finger as if to make a resounding point. Just then, Tolen’s cell phone beeped. He fished it from his inside coat pocket and answered, forcing Diaz to retract his hand from the air and turn back in his seat to sulk.
    “Yes, Ms. Bar?” Tolen answered and listened intently.
    “I see. Okay, nice work. Please let the director know, as we discussed.”
    He hung up and turned to Diaz.
    “A lead?” Diaz asked.
    The news was troubling. Tolen was reluctant to share the information with Diaz, but that would sour their already rocky new partnership. They had less than four days to find the Sudarium and return it to Oviedo, Spain. Any chance of being successful was going to take their mutual cooperation. Fracturing Diaz’s trust was not an option.
    “Boyd Ramsey had a short relationship with a woman in San Francisco eight years ago and fathered a child. The boy was unknown to the Agency. He confided in me and, to my knowledge, I was the only one who knew about his son, Nolan. I asked Analyst Bar to check on Nolan, hoping that maybe Boyd had made recent contact.” Tolen exhaled. “The boy and his mother were killed a year and a half ago by a drunk driver in an automobile accident.”
    Diaz slowly nodded his head, a grim grin forming upon his face. “It seems we have a man who blames God for his son’s death, and thus, we have a motive.”
    The problem is , Ramsey never had faith to begin with , Tolen thought.

CHAPTER 5

    September 10. Monday – 7:38 p.m. Morristown, New Jersey
    Upon landing at Newark International Airport, Tolen and Diaz took a taxi to Morristown. Traffic was steady, but they had missed rush hour and reached the outskirts of town a respectable forty minutes later. The driver turned off Interstate 287 onto South Street where low brownstone buildings and newer office complexes were sprinkled on either side of the road. It was a typical small New Jersey township consisting of mostly vacant buildings, a result of a decade’s worth of economic downturn.
    They passed a downtrodden grocery/liquor store, where several people were milling about outside, and turned into the parking lot of the Morristown police station. The light-faced, two-story contemporary structure seemed severely out of place among the nearby aged and weathered buildings. They exited the cab, and Tolen instructed the driver to wait for them.
    Inside, the cool flow of air conditioning was a welcome relief to the late summer humidity. Tolen flashed his credentials to the desk sergeant, a middle-aged man with deep dimples in his cheeks and blond crewcut hair. They had obviously been expected, as the officer slid a clipboard with a prisoner release form before Tolen. “I’ve never been so happy to see a female detainee leave this station house. That one in there is a real piece of work. Don’t get cut on her words,” the sergeant warned sarcastically.
    Diaz raised an eyebrow and gave Tolen a vexing stare. Tolen signed the paper, and the sergeant wordlessly waved Tolen and Diaz toward a secured door to the side. There was an electronic buzz, and the door clicked open.
    Inside, they were met by a portly male officer who seemed uncertain if he should greet them with a smile or a solemn expression. It was a clear indication that the local authorities also knew Tolen was CIA. It was a reaction he had seen before.
    “You’re here for Dr. Jade Mollur?” the man asked, casting his eyes from Tolen to Diaz. He continued to vacillate between a grin and a frown unable to decide where to stop.
    “I’m Samuel Tolen,” Tolen said, extending his hand in an attempt to put the man at ease. “And this is Inspector Pascal Diaz from Spain.”
    The man shook their proffered hands. The