CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Remi felt like kicking something.
The Ark inside was obviously a modern fake. The machine marks that Daniel had spotted on the Ark in the Chapel of the Tablet were evident on this one too.
Not only was this the wrong Ark, but this was the wrong thief.
But who was it?
“Let’s cut a deal,” the Eastern European man said. “I will reveal to you evidence that the Ethiopian government is behind this in exchange for my freedom.”
“And my freedom too,” his copilot said.
“Shut up,” the Eastern European snapped.
“So the militia attack wasn’t a coincidence, it was to cover your escape,” Remi said. “It kept customs from checking your cargo.”
“Yes. Let’s make a deal.”
“Do you know anything about a younger, fit, Western man here on the same mission?”
The Eastern European man
