Chapter 52 Chapter 51

BBC reporter Gunther Glick stared at the phone in his hand for ten seconds before finally hanging up. Chinet McCree studied him from the back of the car. "What's wrong? Who hit it?" Glick turned around like a child who receives a Christmas present and worries that it isn't really for him. "I got a message that there is a situation inside the Holy See." "That's called a conclave," McCree said. "It's great news." "No, it's something else." It's a big deal.Glick wondered if what the caller had told him was true.He realized he was praying that the news would be reliable, and he was ashamed of it. "What would you think if I told you that four cardinals have been kidnapped and will be killed in different churches tonight?"

"I said, it must be some malicious person in the office playing tricks on you." "What if I told you we'd be told exactly where the first murder took place?" "I want to know who you were talking to just now." "He didn't say." "Maybe it's because he's totally talking nonsense?" Glick had expected Macri to be sarcastic, but Macri had forgotten that Glick had spent nearly a decade in The British Chatter dealing with liars and nuts, and this caller was neither.The man was very calm, sane, and spoke logically.I'll call you around eight o'clock, the man said, and I'll tell you where the first man will be killed.The sights you record will make you famous.Glick asked the other party why he wanted to tell him the news, and the other party's answer was as cold as his Middle Eastern accent.Because, he said, the media is the ally of anarchism.

"He told me something else," Glick said. "What else? Did I tell you that you just became Pope?" "How about a dial-up to the BBC database?" Glick was feeling excited now. "I'd like to see what else we've done about these guys." "Which guys?" "listen to me." McCree sighed and connected the computer to the BBC database. "Wait a while." Glick's mind was still dizzy. "The caller was eager to know if I had a photographer." "There are videographers." "He also wanted to know if we could do a live broadcast."

"The transmission frequency is l.537 megahertz. What's the matter?" At this time, the sound of "beep" sounded, and the database was connected. "Okay, here we come. Who are you looking for?" Glick gave her the key words. McCree stared back at him. "I hope you're joking."

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