encloses her as the door looms, the wind drifting into the abyss of eternity. She approaches and slowly the door begins to open. Natan is blinded by a bright light.
The voice of God speaks her name. “Katherine.”
Natan hears a loud knock on the door, pausing to look around her.
Josh’s voice emerges from a distance. “Agent Natan.”
Natan sees white ceiling as she slowly opens her eyes, trying to get her bearings as she wakes.
“Agent Natan. It’s Josh Sails. I really need to speak to you!” Josh’s voice is muffled by Natan’s front door.
With eyes fully open, Natan lies on the couch in her living room. One of Josh’s penned symbol books is spread over her chest. She is soaked with perspiration, her face gleaming. Josh knocks on the door again. Natan jerks up, registering that it’s Josh.
What the…? Natan, in shorts and a tank top, gets up and heads to the door.
An unrelenting Josh continues, “Agent Natan. I hear you in there.”
Natan opens the door to find a frantic Professor Sails.
Her annoyance is unshielded, “So now you’re intruding on my private residence?”
Josh’s eyes shoot downward, attempting to avoid confrontation. “I apologize. I’ve tried contacting you by phone on several occasions. It’s imperative that we speak.”
“I’ve said all I need to say. I can’t help you in your quest, Professor Sails.”
Josh pushes closer to her. “Agent Natan, your information is in the Bible Code, believe it or not.”
Natan shifts uncomfortably in the doorway, backing away from him. “We’ve gone over this, Professor.”
“I need you to listen to me. We’re running out of time.” Josh grabs Natan’s hand. Both are startled at the unexpected gesture.
“I…I just don’t think I can be a part of this.” Natan pulls her hand back.
Josh reaches into a bag to get some papers. “Each day that passes is one less that we have to figure this out,” he says as he hands Natan some papers. “Here. Please review them yourself.”
Natan pushes the papers back at Josh. “I can’t.”
He pushes them back toward her, “I beg you. Please just look them over…and then make your decision. I believe that you are the biggest piece in this puzzle and I need you to help me figure out just exactly what that piece is.”
Natan runs her fingers through her hair. “Uh. All right. I’ll review it, though I don’t think it will make much difference. In the meantime, I want you to arrange me a meeting with your research assistant, so that I can find out if she was involved in leaving that package. I need to find out why someone would want to photograph an N.S.A. agent and eliminate any links to terrorism here .”
“I’ll arrange it…though I must say again that Amanda has no involvement in this. I told you that she doesn’t even know what I’ve been working on the past few months,” he complies.
Natan takes the pages from Josh. “I’ll call you. Please don’t contact me again until then.” Natan shuts the door in Josh’s face just as he’s about to say something.
“Please just read it,” he struggles to get his final thought through the door.
“Yeah…yeah… ” Natan says to herself as she looks at the papers in her hand. “It’s time. No use putting it off any longer.” Natan tosses the papers on the coffee table next to Josh’s book and grabs her pants from a chair next to the couch. She fumbles through the pockets, pulling out the card that Alice gave her for the therapist. The card reads , “ Christine Jacobs, Psychologist, Ph.D. ”
Natan grabs her cell phone and dials a number. She hears a woman’s voice answer. “Hello. This is Christine Jacobs.”
Chapter Ten
Josh sits at his desk inside his office at the university with the infamous bag open near him. Pages of the chalk shadings from the ruin litter his