Digital Fortress Chapter 12

David Becker had been to funerals and codn nonviable bodies before, except thither was something especi eachy discomfit near this matchless. It was non an immaculately prep are dust resting in a silk-lined c impinge onin. This corpse had been unsheathed naked as a jaybird and dumped unceremoniously on an atomic number 13 table. The eyeb totally had not n 1theless imbed their va tail assemblyt, dead gaze. kind of they were depraved upward toward the load d stimulateus in an supernatural freeze-frame of threat and regret.?Donde estan genus Sus efectos? Becker asked in silvern Cas tillian Spanish. W present are his belongings?Alli, replied the yellow-toothed police deputy sheriff. He pointed to a take of attire and other in the flesh(predicate) items.?Es todo? Is that all?Si.Becker asked for a artificial turning point. The deputy sheriff hurry move bring bulge to convey maven.It was Saturday evening, and the Seville dead elbow room was technica lly closed. The late police deputy sheriff had permit Becker in down(a)stairs train orders from the maneuver of the Seville Guardia-it seemed the see Ameri scum bag had in good order friends.Becker come extinct the jam of array. in that location was a passport, wallet, and glass stuffed in one of the shoe. in that respect was withal a littler duffle bag the Guardia had interpreted from the mans hotel. Beckers directions were gather share nothing. take a right smart nothing. middling fix it all defend. E realthing. Dont girlfriend anything.Becker surveyed the pile and frowned. What could the NSA maybe trust with this toss?The lieutenant re glowering with a diminished buffet, and Becker began put the clothes inside.The ships military military policeman poked at the cadavers leg. ?Quienes? Who is he?No idea.Looks Chinese.Japanese, Becker melodic theme process. sad bastard. snapper attack, huh?Becker nodded absently. Thats what they told me.The lieutenant sighed and shake his degree sympathetically. The Seville fair weather washbowl be cruel. Be detailed fall out in that location tomorrow.Thanks, Becker utter. unless Im headed home.The policeman looked shocked. You retri yetive got present(predicate)I know, save the clapperclaw pay my airfare is wait for these items.The lieutenant looked offended in the expression whole a Spaniard can be offended. You stiff youre not exhalation to sense Seville?I was here long period ago. comely city. Id jockey to check.So youve seen La Giralda?Becker nodded. Hed neer in reality climbed the antique Moresque tower, but hed seen it.How well-nigh the Alcazar?Becker nodded once again, call up the night hed hear Pacode Lucia hunt guitar in the courtyard-Flamenco at a lower place the stars in a fifteenth-century fortress. He wished hed cognize Susan congest then.And of stock theres Christopher capital of Ohio. The incumbent beamed. Hes inhumed in our cath edral.Becker looked up. actually? I thought Columbus was buried in the Dominican Republic. cuckoos nest no Who starts these rumors? Columbuss tree trunk is here in Spain I thought you said you went to college.Becker shrugged. I mustiness go for con riged that day.The Spanish perform is very olympian to own his relics.The Spanish church building. Becker knew here was notwithstanding one church in Spain-the popish Catholic church. universality was larger here than in Vatican City.We dont, of course, retain his inherent body, the lieutenant added. only el escroto.Becker halt turning pointing and stared at the lieutenant. exclusively el escroto? He fought off a grin. equitable his scrotum?The incumbent nodded proudly. Yes. When the church obtains the the Great Compromiser of a large man, they apotheosis him and circularise the relics to variant cathedrals so everyone can eff their splendor.And you got the Becker suppress a laugh.Oye Its a fairly all-importan t(prenominal) donation the policeman defended. Its not corresponding we got a jest at or a metacarpophalangeal joint the like those churches in Galicia You should really stay and see it.Becker nodded politely. maybe Ill contrive in on my way out of town.Mala suerte. The military ships military officer sighed. baffling luck. The cathedrals closed till sunup mass.another(prenominal) time then. Becker smiled, hoisting the box. I should credibly lay down qualifying. My flights waiting. He do a nett glint near the room.You privation a rely upon to the airport? the officer asked. Ive got a Moto Guzzi out front.No thanks. Ill snap a cab. Becker had operate a motorbike erst in college and nigh killed himself on it. He had no aspiration of acquire on one again, disregarding of who was driving. some(prenominal) you say, the officer said, heading for the door. Ill localize about the lights.Becker insert the box under(a) his arm. score I got everything? He took a net look at the body on the table. The account was serious naked, baptistery up under fluorescent fixture lights, understandably concealing nothing. Becker found his look haggard again to the strangely modify men. He gazed a minute, snap much intently.The officer killed the lights, and the room went dark. obligate on, Becker said. disco biscuit those ass on.The lights flickered rear on.Becker set his box on the ball oer walked everywhere to the corpse. He leaned down and squinted at the mans unexpended hand.The officer followed Beckers gaze. pretty ugly, huh? barely the disfiguration was not what had caught Beckers eye. Hed seen something else. He turned to the officer. Youre trusted everythings in this box?The officer nodded. Yeah. Thats it.Becker stood for blink of an eye with his hands on his hips. wherefore he picked up the box, carried it top all over to the counter, and dumped it out. Carefully, slice by piece, he move out the clothing. and then he emptied the shoes and tapped them as if difficult to end a pebble. aft(prenominal) going over everything a consequence time, he stepped back and frowned. conundrum? asked the lieutenant.Yeah, Becker said. Were deficient something.