God's Lions: The Secret Chapel (10 page)

Leo became even more fascinated with the implications as he listened to Morelli speak. “Just how much information is there?”

“All of our past and all of our future. The name of every person who has lived before us, who is living now, and who is yet to be born. All of our greatest historical events, plagues, disasters, wars, and future wars. All are encoded in the Old Testament.”

“But that’s utterly impossible!”

“Well, Father, you’d better be prepared to argue with some pretty knowledgeable people who have done the research and proved its existence with a 99.998 percent probability. These guys were renowned scientists who set out to disprove the theory of the code, but instead, what they found sent chills up their spines. They saw the hand of God at work.”

Leo refilled his glass. “Then if what you say is correct, we are looking at an intelligence that encoded our past, present, and future over three thousand years ago, using a mathematical model we can’t even grasp today.”

“Exactly,” Morelli said. “And being a man of faith, I’m convinced that intelligence is God. He has given us proof with a modern twist that He exists and is sending us a message.”

“Or opening up a dialogue,” Leo added.

The three men gazed silently at the twinkling lights of Rome as darkness descended over the city, providing a backdrop to the brightly lit Basilica of Saint Peter’s.

“I think we’re missing something,” John said, after a moment of uncharacteristic silence.

Morelli turned toward the young man. “Go on, John. I see those wheels turning inside your head.”

“Well, for one thing, why is there an ancient seal in the catacombs depicting a nuclear attack? And of course, the big question is, who painted the image of the 9/11 attacks over two thousand years ago? Only someone with prophetic ability could have created pictures like that. Then there’s the question of who built the chapel and why.”

Morelli leaned against the balcony railing and took a sip from his glass. “Good points, John. I wish I could answer those questions right now, but I can’t. We still have a lot of work ahead of us, so for now, that part of the puzzle will have to remain a mystery until we have time to sift through all the information.”

“Do you think someone could have cracked the code that far back in time and constructed the chapel and painted the images as some kind of sign or warning to us now?” Leo asked.

“I doubt it,” Morelli said. “Like I said earlier, without computers, the code would have been virtually invisible back then. Whoever built the chapel and painted the images may have had a little help in the form of divine intervention. Maybe it was constructed for a specific reason by ancient Christians led by a prophet who saw into the future. Who knows? We may never know who actually built it, but it’s there just the same, and that’s all we have to go on for now.”

Morelli stretched with his arms above his head. “Well, my friends, the day is late, and I must rest.”

John set his glass on the table. “Yeah, me too.”

“Right. When we were your age, this discussion would have gone on until dawn,” Morelli said. “Oh, I almost forgot.” Morelli reached under his shirt and pulled out a large, gold pectoral cross. “This is for you, Leo.”

“Where did you get that?”

Morelli kept a straight face. “The cardinal store.”

Leo looked puzzled. “The what...?”

“I’m kidding, my friend. This cross once belonged to a pope when he was a cardinal. It’s my gift to you.”

“I can’t possibly accept—”

Morelli shoved the cross into Leo’s hand. “Yes, you can. I insist. Besides, I have a feeling it might come in handy someday, Father.”

Leo turned the large cross over and admired the magnificent workmanship. “It... it’s beautiful. I don’t know what to say. Thank you, Anthony.”

“Just be sure to wear it under your shirt, at least until you become a cardinal.”

“Chances of that happening are slim to none, but thank you anyway. I’ve never owned anything like this in my life.”

“Wow,” John said. “That really belonged to a pope?”

“Yes,” Morelli said, “a very special pope.”

Walking toward the door, Morelli clasped Leo’s shoulder in farewell. An expression of sadness clouded his face.

“You know, Leo, I’ve been waiting all my life for a discovery like the one we made today. I just never expected that it would make my faith even stronger. The more we learn, the more we realize that the code in the Bible is not as reliable as we first thought for making predictions. I believe the real purpose of the code is to authenticate the Bible as a book of divine and supernatural origin. The most beautiful thing about all of this is that it will announce to the whole world that, yes, God does exist, and He is still talking to us today using modern methods.”

“Maybe that’s His intention, Father.”

“Get some rest, my friend,” Morelli said. “You’ve got a lot ahead of you in the days to come.”

“You mean
we
don’t you, Anthony?”

Father Morelli paused as if he had misspoken. “Of course.
We
have a lot to do in the days ahead.”

Leo closed the door and thought for a moment before walking back out onto the balcony. Looking down at the street, he saw Morelli and John descend the hotel stairs and climb into the BMW. In the quiet night air, he could hear their voices clearly before Morelli revved the car’s engine in a prelude to his signature high-speed departure. Father Morelli glanced over his shoulder and spotted Leo standing on the balcony. His ever-present smile was absent as he waved and let his foot off the clutch before roaring off into the night.

Leo sat alone on the balcony for another hour, drinking his wine and looking across the street at the Vatican. He breathed in deeply before finally getting up and walking back into his room. The priest sat on the bed and grabbed the TV remote. He thought the distraction of a little Italian television would help to clear his mind, but it was no use. Father Leo Amodeo knew deep down inside that something was very, very wrong.

The ringing phone jarred Leo awake.

“Hello?”

“Father Leo,
buon giorno. Mi dispiace
to awaken you. It is me, Arnolfo, at the front desk.”

“
Buon giorno
, Arnolfo.
A che ora
?”

“
Sei
, Father. Six in the morning. You have a call from the Vatican. It is from a cardinal, and he wants most urgently to speak with you.”

Leo could tell from Arnolfo’s voice that he was close to being hysterical at having to put a cardinal on hold.

“That’s fine, Arnolfo.
Grazie
. Put him through.”

“Hello... Leopold?” Leo knew that only Lundahl called him Leopold.

“Yes. Good morning, Cardinal. How—”

“You need to come to the Vatican right away, Leopold. I have some bad news. Very bad, I’m afraid.”

Leo felt a tightening in his stomach. “What is it, Your Eminence? What’s happened?”

“It concerns Father Morelli. I hate to tell you like this on the phone, Leopold, but he passed away last night. I know how close you two were, and I thought you would like to know right away.”

Leo felt the room sway. His mind went immediately to that place where it rested in a state of denial one experiences upon hearing the final, awful news that death has come to someone close. He crossed himself and began to pray.

“Leopold? Are you there?”

“Yes, sorry.” Leo began to gather himself. All he could picture at the moment was Father Morelli driving away in his red sports car the night before.

“I realize this must be a terrible shock to you, Father. We will be gathering in his room to pray for his departed soul. Can you come to the residence hall as soon as possible?”

“I’m on my way, Eminence. Give me twenty minutes.”

Leo was just reaching for his clothes when the phone rang again.

“Yes?”

“Leo, it’s me, John. Have you heard the news about Father Morelli?”

“Yes, I just talked to Cardinal Lundahl.”

“I still can’t believe it. What a horrible time for this to happen. I know he is with God in heaven, but he had so much more he wanted to do here on earth. He told me just last night that we must be very cautious, especially now, at this time in history. Before he went upstairs to his room, he warned me again about dark forces at work that will try to keep us from learning the secret of the chapel. Now this. The timing is eerie.”

Leo looked at the clock next to the bed. “I’m on my way to the residence hall now.”

“Good,” John said. “We need to talk. Something’s not right. The cardinal’s assistant has ordered a search of the residence hall, and the plain-clothes men from the Swiss Guard are all over the place.”

“The entire building?”

“Every room. When you get here, be sure not to mention the chapel or yesterday’s discovery. I’ll explain everything to you later. Right now, I need to pray for Father Anthony. I know he’s looking down on us now. He’s undoubtedly getting used to his new wings and telling the angels some of his favorite jokes.”

Leo had to pause for a moment. “Does anyone else know about our discovery yesterday?”

“As far as I know, only Lev Wasserman and his team in Israel.”

“Well, that kind of narrows it down then. We need time to think.”

“I know I’m probably overreacting, Leo. It’s just the timing and the shock of losing Father Morelli.”

“I’ll see you in a few minutes. Anthony was fortunate to have a friend like you, John.”

Leo hung up the phone and quickly dressed in the standard uniform of a Roman Catholic priest. Looking in the mirror, he brushed his teeth and combed his hair as the mental picture of Morelli’s smiling face caused a lump to form in his throat. The sudden loss of his best friend was a shock, but he was comforted by the knowledge that Father Morelli had prepared all of his life for the journey he had just taken.

Leo stepped from the elevator into the hotel lobby just as Arnolfo rushed up and handed the priest a tiny porcelain cup filled with dark, steaming espresso.

“I know you are in a hurry, Father. My wife and I, we pray for Father Morelli.”

“Thank you, Arnolfo. God bless you, my friend.”

Leo gulped down the thick, dark coffee and handed the empty cup back to Arnolfo before running outside and crossing the street to the Vatican.

The residence hall was located inside the main gate to the right. It was basically a large five-story apartment building for priests living at the Vatican. The rooms were sparse but comfortable, with private baths and small kitchenettes. The building included over one hundred apartments, plus a library, computer room, meeting spaces, and a small but ornate chapel. The fact that Lundahl’s assistant was having the whole building searched was raising all kinds of red flags to Leo, especially on the heels of the death of Father Morelli.

Arriving in front of the residence hall, Leo noticed a number of uniformed police officers milling about outside. Once inside the lobby area, he saw several Swiss Guard security men stationed in front of the staircase and talking on their radios.

The Swiss Guard dated back to the Renaissance when, in 1506, one hundred fifty fearless Swiss mercenaries under the leadership of the warrior-pope, Julius II, marched into Rome to protect the Vatican. For over five hundred years, the elite corps had protected the pope and had evolved into a force resembling the U.S. Secret Service.

Leo began walking toward the main stairway but found his path blocked by a large security man dressed in a suit.

“I’m sorry, Father, but the residence is temporarily closed. Do you live here?”

“No. I’m Father Leopold Amodeo. Father Morelli was a close friend of mine. Cardinal Lundahl called and requested that I come over here immediately.”

With the mention of Cardinal Lundahl’s name, the man stepped aside.

“One of my officers will escort you to Father Morelli’s apartment on the third floor. We are all sorry to hear of his death. He was much loved by everyone.”

A uniformed guard snapped to attention and led Leo up the marble staircase past several medieval paintings and statues to the third floor. They turned onto a wide hallway, where Leo noticed several men going in and out of the various rooms, apparently searching for something. A guard stationed at Morelli’s partially open door held his hand out in front of Leo, blocking the entrance to his room. “Excuse me, sir, but the cardinal has given me strict orders not to let anyone inside. He said you would be allowed to watch the last rites from the doorway.”

Leo was mystified. “But I was Father Morelli’s best friend.”

“Orders from the cardinal, Father. Please try to understand.”

Leo was unable to summon any anger at this strange turn of events; the sorrow of losing his friend was forcing him to hold all his emotions in check.

He peered through the doorway into Morelli’s tiny apartment. The curtains were pulled tightly over the closed windows, making the room especially dark and airless. Two priests, along with an older and very seasoned-looking security man, were also in attendance, while Emilo, the cardinal’s assistant who seemed to follow him everywhere, was strangely absent. The security man inside the door blocked most of Leo’s view, and he could barely see Father Morelli lying on his bed.

Cardinal Lundahl stood on the opposite side of the bed by the window, looking across the room and through the door at Leo with unblinking eyes. He was an imposing figure dressed in a black floor-length cassock with red piping and a scarlet watered silk fascia draped around his waist. The bright red skull cap of a cardinal crowned his short blond hair, while a large, gold pectoral cross hung from his neck at the level of his chest, hence the name, pectoral.

The room was clean and neat, reflecting Morelli’s need for order in his life. Leo saw that he was lying on top of the bedspread with his shoes off, as if he had just stretched out for a quick nap. He was still clothed in the simple black shirt and trousers of a priest, with the Roman collar draped open for comfort. His red hair was still neatly combed, and from a distance, it appeared that he was just sleeping. Leo felt a sudden rush of relief as he realized that Father Morelli had obviously died of what appeared to be a natural death in his sleep. With all the police presence, the thought had occurred to him that his friend had been the victim of some crime or act of violence. Unbelievable as it may seem, murders had occurred in the Vatican.