Chapter 18Lake LucerneThe call had come from a satellite phone. Even though
the voice had been distorted, frequently breaking up, Schendler had heard
enough. So, he had been right. His nose for an opportunity rarely betrayed
him. Clements, the woman with him and this prophet, Bal’Ashtu, were on to
something. They had obtained a number of items now packed in boxes but
exactly what these were had not been clear. It was thought they’d be
returning to England in the near future, but the caller had not been able to
tell him when, or from where. He needed more information.
Schendler poured himself a drink and stood in front of
the expanse of window. However, his mind was not on the view, more on what
the British couple was up to. The last time they had walked away with an
artefact wit
