The Loch Ness Legacy (24 page)

“Don’t worry. You’ll have every cent owed to you.”

“Good. How long will it take to get to these stag heads?”

“We’d better stay off trains and planes. It’s an eight-hour drive, but the buildings where they’re displayed won’t open until nine thirty tomorrow morning anyway. We’ll plan how to get access to them during the drive. The rest of our men will meet us there.”

“Sounds like we have time then,” Zim said. “Let’s find a McDonald’s drive-through. I’m starving.”

* * *

Two guitarists pounded out a rock ballad that Tyler didn’t recognize, the sound masking the conversation he was having with Brielle, Alexa, and Grant from potential eavesdroppers. The pub called Prince Alfred was close to their hotel in the Bayswater area of London, and they scarfed down a deli board spread, famished from a long day that was nearing ten p.m. All of them were itching to move on to the next step, but without a destination, they were stuck, so they decided to grab a quick dinner while they discussed their options.

Thanks to the chit they called in from Minister Fournier, he and Brielle were able to get out of France with a minimum of questioning by the police. Grant and Alexa had to spend more time with the Cambridge police explaining their part in the melee. According to Grant, Ashburn’s cheerful demeanor had dissipated upon learning that two of his carefully crafted go-karts had been destroyed, but a call from Miles promising two more years of research funding soothed any frayed nerves.

Grant was trying to hide a limp now, and Tyler was worried that his condition was worsening quickly. His outward appearance was no longer something he could effectively hide: Grant’s five o’clock shadow was a grizzled gray, he moved with the stiffness of a man thirty years older, and he had to ask for things to be repeated to him in the noise. Of course, Grant had waved off any notion of returning home when Tyler took him aside privately, but he didn’t know how long his friend would be able to continue fighting off the effects of the poison. Brielle and Alexa attacked the selection of meats and cheeses with gusto, but Grant merely picked at it. On most other days, they’d have had to order a whole second board just for him.

As they ate, Alexa recalled the information she could from the taxidermy book. Tyler agreed that there was a reason Laroche had sent them on this expedition. Finding a stag head stuffed by John Edmonstone, however, was a tall order. They couldn’t ask Laroche where it was, so Tyler did the next best thing and set Aiden MacKenna loose to use his computer skills to track it down. Now they were waiting to hear the results.

“These people are crazy,” Alexa said, munching on a cheese and biscuit. “Attacking us in broad daylight in the middle of Versailles and Cambridge? That’s nuts.”

“They don’t care if they get caught or killed,” Tyler said. “I’ve seen it before with fanatics. They’ll do anything to further their cause. And Zim is the most dangerous one. I don’t see him ever giving himself up and going back to prison. He’ll go down fighting.”

“Not before he kills me.”

“That’s not going to happen. I’m not letting you out of my sight from now on.”

“Do you really think the Loch Ness monster exists?” Grant asked Alexa.

“There’s something in that loch, and now we have a tangible link between it and John Edmonstone, who happened to be friends with Charles Darwin. The Nazis thought it was real, too, so we might be searching for a descendant of the creature Darwin discovered.”

“If that’s the case,” Grant said, “there could be a whole family of Nessies breeding down there.”

“I suppose that’s possible. It would explain why I spotted one two hundred years later. The Nazis were always meticulous in their research, and they seemed sure Darwin was the source of the tissue sample they had.”

Brielle nodded. “It’s not so hard to believe. The Nazis looked up to Darwin.”

“That’s a common misconception,” Alexa said. “Creationists like to trot out the falsehood that Hitler and his buddies were evolutionists to help bolster the spurious thought that evolution leads to eugenics and the justified slaughter of whole races.”

“I’m not a scientist, but isn’t Darwin’s theory about survival of the fittest?”

“Of course. But the Nazis abhorred the idea that people they considered inferior could possibly have originated from the bloodline that spawned the Aryan race.”

“So the Nazis didn’t believe in evolution?” Brielle asked.

“I hate that phrase,” Alexa said, slamming her hand on the table. “Evolution isn’t a faith, it’s a scientific theory, one of the most elegant ever created. It’s the backbone of biological study, accurately describing everything from the family trees of dinosaurs to the prediction of genetic traits in fruit flies bred in a lab. The empirical evidence is so overwhelming that only the willfully ignorant think evolution isn’t true.” She took a breath. “And it’s correct to say that the Nazis rejected Darwin’s theories.”

She was getting so heated that biscuit crumbs were spewing from her mouth. Nothing worked Alexa up more than people who tried to argue the merits of evolutionary theory using non-scientific religious dogma. Even though Brielle’s question hadn’t come from that angle, it had been enough to set Alexa off. Tyler had seen her nearly get in a fistfight with an evangelical minister who’d come to debate the subject when she was in college.

“Then what’s the connection between Darwin and Germany?” he asked to defuse the growing tension.

Alexa sipped her cider and went on. “There are two I know of. Hitler’s thinking was influenced heavily by an ex-pat Brit named Houston Stewart Chamberlain. He espoused Teutonic superiority and wrote a book called
The Foundations
that said all of western civilization descended from the German people. In a weird coincidence, he was raised in Versailles by his grandmother and later in life moved to Dresden.”

“Dresden,” Grant repeated. “Maybe he gave the Nazis Darwin’s specimen.”

“Possibly, but he was vehemently anti-Darwin. Still, a British-German connection might have been important. My money is on Ernst Haeckel.”

“Who’s that?”

“A German biologist who actually met with Darwin. If Darwin had collected something strange and unexplainable, he might have shared it with Haeckel, who took it back to Germany with him. He died long before the Nazis came along, but they might have found his notes and the specimen and done something with it.”

“Altwaffe,” Tyler said.

“Is it possible that the Nazis could have developed something so sophisticated?” Alexa asked.

“Yes,” Brielle replied, her voice weighted with the enormity of the word. “They had one of the most advanced chemical warfare industries in the world. Although Hitler was afraid to use chemical weapons because of his experiences with mustard gas in World War I, that didn’t stop his scientists from developing sarin nerve gas and using Zyklon B in the death camps.”

At that the conversation abruptly stopped, as did the music. The guitarists packed up their instruments, and patrons started to file out. A TV above the bar showed explosions tearing through neighborhoods in both Gaza and Tel Aviv. The next shot featured lines of tanks barreling down a road.

“A lot of Jews are going to be killed again unless we find an antidote for the poison,” Brielle said.

“What do you think the chances are that Edmonstone could have left us something useful to find the Loch Ness monster?” Grant finally asked. “Even if he did see it, that was two hundred years ago.”

“If we can find his journal,” Tyler said, “let’s hope his record about the encounter has something to go on. If these clues are all a hoax, we have the GhostMantas ready to search the loch starting tomorrow morning. Assuming there is something below the surface, we’ll find it.”
Eventually
, he didn’t add,
but maybe not in time
.

His phone rang, and Aiden’s name came up on the display. The pub was empty enough now that they wouldn’t be overheard. He touched the screen and laid the phone on the table.

“Aiden, I’ve got you on speaker. We’re all here.”

“Hello, everyone. I’ve got some good news. I think I’ve found Edmonstone’s stag heads.”

Tyler felt his first blush of optimism. “Heads?”

“Yes, there are two of them. They aren’t definitively from John Edmonstone, but they’re marked by his initials. They were up for auction a few months ago, but it was put to a stop when the authorities figured out they had historical value.”

“Where are they?” Grant said eagerly.

“They were taken to the National Museum of Scotland in Edinburgh for restoration before being displayed. Good luck talking them into letting you examine them.”

“There might be a way,” Brielle said. “Remember, I went to the University of Edinburgh. I still have contacts up there.”

“The museum doesn’t open to visitors until ten in the morning,” Aiden said, “but I’m sure they get to work earlier than that.”

“Then we know where we’re going next,” Tyler said.

“But I can’t fly,” Alexa said. “Marlo Dunham has my passport. I don’t have any ID.”

“I heard about your troubles,” Aiden said, “so I took the liberty of booking you all on tonight’s sleeper train to Edinburgh, arriving at seven thirty tomorrow morning. It leaves from Euston station in an hour.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Aiden,” Tyler said with literal emphasis. “I’ll call you back when we get to the station.” He hung up.

Tyler dropped a fifty-pound note on the table, and they all stood. After a quick stop at the hotel to collect their belongings, they would have eight hours to figure out how to convince a museum curator to let them examine a pair of two-hundred-year-old historical relics.

WORLD NEWS

Ultimatum delivered to Israel at United Nations

By CHARLES BRAVERMAN

June 21, NEW YORK – The US State Department acknowledged yesterday that a poison was released during the Eiffel Tower incident on June 12, but it won’t comment on the type or source of the chemical used, fueling allegations that the Mossad, Israel’s intelligence agency, was behind the attack. Officials state that researchers at labs in London, Paris, Frankfurt, and Washington are working feverishly to isolate an antidote, but they have no timetable for when it will become available.

As more leaders fall ill in Muslim countries, with six dead already, their citizens’ thirst for war has grown exponentially. Protests in Cairo, Amman, Damascus, Tehran, and Baghdad have seen hundreds of thousands of people taking to the streets demanding retribution for what they consider an act of war against their countries.

Twelve countries joined together to propose a resolution forcing Israel to supply an antidote to a rumored chemical attack or suffer the consequences of a full-scale assault. Israel’s top diplomat at the United Nations responded by saying that the allegations are false and nothing more than a blatant attempt to justify invasion of the Jewish state.

An unnamed source in the administration revealed that the US military is on high alert and preparing for escalation of this volatile situation, which could become inevitable if Egypt and Syria’s leaders, now hospitalized, succumb to the lethal poison.

Upon arrival in Edinburgh, Brielle was immediately taken back to her college days. As she walked out of Waverley station, the brisk wind nipped at her thin jacket, but the cold, cloudy day was nothing unusual for June. Despite the frigid weather and his worsening condition, Grant wouldn’t hear of hailing a taxi, insisting that he could make the ten-minute walk to the National Museum of Scotland.

Alexa and Tyler, having checked all the bags at the left-luggage stand, joined them outside and bundled up against the breeze. All four cradled steaming cups of coffee, trying not only to ward off the chill but to wake up from a long night on the train. Brielle had been worn out from the events in Versailles and went to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, waking only grudgingly. From the groggy looks that greeted her when the train pulled into the station, she assumed the other three had as well.

Brielle led the way across the bridge spanning the park and tracks nestled within the ravine that separated the old town from the main shopping district. Above the forested gorge, Edinburgh Castle dominated the city from its perch atop craggy Castle Rock, a steep volcanic outcrop that provided unobstructed views of the city in all directions. Brielle knew the castle had been attacked on many occasions during its nine hundred years of existence, but she could imagine the trepidation of attackers contemplating going up against such a formidable bastion.

Alexa fell into step alongside, and Brielle nodded to her. Because they’d been so tired, they hadn’t spoken much in the train berth other than to situate their luggage and turn out the lights. Tyler and Grant kept pace behind them, their conversation inaudible in the blowing wind.

“Beautiful city,” Alexa said. “I wish I had time to explore it.”

“You’ve never been?”

“I’ve flown into the airport, but we went straight to the Highlands. I understand you went to school here.”

“Me and Darwin.”

“I’m sorry about last night,” Alexa said with an rueful smile. “I didn’t mean to blow up about that. The subject of evolution just gets me riled.”

Brielle waved her hand. “No worries.”

Alexa cleared her throat in a way that made Brielle wonder if something uncomfortable was coming.

“I heard about your friend, Wade Plymouth. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you. He was a
mensch
.” Brielle’s throat tightened at the thought of her friend now gone. “We went to school together here. We made this walk a dozen times when we’d travel back to London to see our families on holiday.”

“Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“I’m an only child.”

“Are you close to your parents?”

“Very.”

“I wish I had that. Our father is a retired Air Force officer, commanding but distant. I don’t see him much now. Our mother left us when we were young, so we were essentially raised by our grandmother. She passed away ten years ago.”