TEMPLARS QUEST: LUCEM SANCTAM (THE TEMPLARS QUEST CHRONICLES: A Historical Mystery Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

met a nice Hopi woman, got married, and started a family.”
    “So, White Feather isn’t a real Hopi?”
    “No. He’s not even an Indian, as far as I know.”
    “I see, now I know why he didn’t wanna come here with us,” I commented.
    “If the nomads find out I told you anything, they’ll kill me for sure,” old man Charlie said.
    Baldwin said, “Don’t worry about them, Mr. Wilson. We have a small army that will deal with them.”
    “Yeah, kidnapping means the death sentence where we come from,” I told him.
    Charlie quickly glanced around the room as if someone was watching us. He leaned in super close to me and said, “I’ll tell you in one word. That’s all I’m gonna tell you.” He looked around the room again and I noticed his hands shook a little. I could tell he was afraid of these nomads.
    “Ok. What’s the word?”
    He replied in a whisper, “Wupatki.”
    “Jack, do know what that means?” Maggie asked.
    “Yes, I know what it is. Let’s go.” When I reached the door and opened it, the tiny bell rang. I stopped, glanced back at old Charlie, and raised my hand, giving half a wave. “Thanks for your help, Mr. Wilson. Have a great day.”
    Stepping outside, we noticed two police cars parked across the street. They were watching us for sure. I told Baldwin let’s get out of town so we can study the map, without the cops watching us.
    We left, heading west, but the cops dogged us for several miles, until they were finally convinced we were leaving. After the cops were out of sight we pulled over to the side of the road. Maggie handed out a beer to everyone and a can of Spam, along with some canned fruit. That was our lunch.
    While eating, Maggie said, “How about that dirty rat White Feather.”
    I replied, “He better pray that I don’t see him again. I knew something was funny about him.”
    “But he did help us out by putting us in the right direction to find Adam.”
    “Yeah, he probably knew I’d kill his ass if I found out about him. That’s the only reason he helped us. He wanted to get away from me.” 
    Baldwin finally asked, “Ok, what does Wupatki mean?”
    Maggie also asked, “Yeah, what the heck does it mean?”
    I started to chuckle. “Wupatki means ‘Tall House’, in Hopi.”
    Maggie said, “I never heard of it. What is it?”
    “It’s a group of ancient ruins located at Wupatki National Monument, north of Flagstaff, near Sunset Crater. They’re ancient structures built by the Pueblo People, who were known as the Anasazi, or Ancient Ones.” 
    Maggie asked, “How do you know that?”
    “I’ve been to the ruins four times. The first time was with my Dad, when I was only twelve.”
    “How old are these ruins,” Baldwin asked.
    “If I remember correctly, Indians started moving to the area in 500 AD and by 1300 AD they moved away because of water shortages. But who really knows. They might have been around when the Templar Knights came here in 1350.”
    Baldwin said, “Let’s check this place out on the Army Command Website. Jack, do you know where this place is?”
    “If we stay on Navajo 15 it turns into Leupp Road. Then we pick up Townsend-Winoma Road and that takes us directly to Route 89. It’s about 70 miles to Route 89 from here. Once on 89 we turn north for 10 miles to the south entrance of Loop Road, which is the southern route to the park HQ. The northern entrance to Loop Road is another 10 or 15 miles further up Route 89.”
    “Jack, what did you do, memorize the map?”
    “Of course, I got a photographic memory.”
    Maggie pulled out the SAT phone and up-linked the computer tablet. She typed in Wupatki and it popped right up, showing us a map. Using a portable digital laser scanner, she made copies for all our men on special plastic paper, which is waterproof. Basically it can’t be destroyed, except by fire.
    As our men gathered around, we studied our maps. “Ok, everyone, listen up!” Baldwin said. “The map shows there is only one