The Order Page #3

Calls me two days ago

to pick him up at the airport.

So I took him back to my house.

We had dinner, talked...

What was he doing here?

I'm getting to that!

What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?

A few years ago, he found scrolls

near the Syrian border.

The lost final chapter of the Fazar

written by Le Vaillant himself.

Was he translating it?

More than that.

He was writing a history of the sect.

An unauthorized history.

He's been e-mailing me his chapters,

having me lock them

in a safe-deposit box here.

- Why a safe-deposit box in Israel?

- Because he trusted me.

Here, here's the key.

You ought to have it anyway.

- Okay, where can I find these guys?

- I'll show you.

Their monastery is in east Jerusalem.

The other side of the Mount of Olives.

- We're wasting time. Let's go.

- The present-day Order

is just as reclusive as ever.

Fanatically adverse to publicity.

No contact to

the outside world. You'd do better trying

to get an audience with the pope.

Those are the guys that came by

the house and picked up your dad!

Hey! Hey, you!

- Jump in. I'll drive.

- You don't know the way.

- You'll navigate, okay?

- Be careful. This is a classic car.

Professor, buckle up.

- Aah!

- It's them!

Get down!

My car!

Sh*t. Sorry about the car.

- There they are.

- Let's just nail these sons of b*tches.

You okay?

- I'm fine.

- Good.

Where's my father,

you son of a b*tch?

I'm gonna kill you!

You okay?

Finley, look out!

Rudy...

- Stay right there! Don't move!

- He needs a doctor. Help me!

- Hey, it's not me!

- Up.

- Get up.

- It's not me!

And so you are telling us

these men kidnapped your father.

They took him somewhere.

No one's heard from him.

Mr. Cafmeyer,

I can smell bullshit a mile away.

You're only five feet from me.

I believe you're using

the alleged disappearance

as a cover to smuggle artifacts

out of Israel.

Alleged? My father was here.

Now he's missing.

This has nothing to do with

why you are in police custody.

You were found next to the corpse

of a prominent professor.

Let me guess.

You're accusing me of killing him?

Until we have more facts,

all options are open.

I'm placing you under house arrest.

You'll be taken to a hotel

until we complete our investigation

into the professor's death.

You know why you're smelling bullshit?

Because you're up to your nose in it.

I'll be next door if you need anything.

- What about a taxi?

- Within reason.

- What about my father?

- We're looking into it. Good night.

- Good night, officer.

- Lieutenant Barr. Dalia Barr.

- How are you?

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- Thank you.

- Yuri.

- Rudy!

Rudy, let me explain

what happened in Odessa.

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