Sixteen
Mail Call
As soon as I’m certain Jacinta has disappeared once again, I call Wes on the secure line. He’s still at Rupert’s, but I ask him to not put me on speaker—I want to talk to him only. That paranoid feeling is back.
What if Rupert and Jacinta are actually involved with Dea Vitae and this is just some elaborate cover-up? I stare at my grandfather’s ring—this absolutely could be red beryl. I always figured it was a ruby. Never thought to ask. I always remember him wearing it, and the night he died, I slipped it on and since have only taken it off to bathe.
But for Archibald Clarke to have a possible connection to the gemstone on the Dea Vitae logo … no, that’s madness. No way.
“What do you know about red beryl?” I ask Wes.
“Uh, is it a wine?”
“It’s a rare gemstone.”
“Th
