The Copernicus Legacy: The Forbidden Stone by Tony Abbott Read Free Book Online

travel light. Two days max, and we’re home.”
    “Already done, Uncle Roald,” Lily said with a smile.
    For Becca it was easy. Three tops, extra jeans, sweater, assorted junk, comb, small bag, book. While everyone ran around gathering last-minute things and setting timers and locking and relocking doors, she watched Wade carefully pack the decoded email and the star chart in the leather folder and slip it into his backpack as calmly as if he were a kind of planet and they were all moons orbiting him.
    Beep!
    Lily gasped. “Taxi! Here we go!”
     
    The first flight they’d been able to book from Austin-Bergstrom International was United Airways Flight 766, leaving at 12:15 p.m. After a layover in Washington, D.C., to change planes, they were due to arrive in Berlin just before eleven o’clock the next morning, meaning they’d have to rush to be at the Alter St.-Matthäus cemetery on time.
    The airport was a madhouse. Becca knew it would be and steeled herself against the noise as best she could. Anywhere crowded made her feel a little crazy and a little edgy. So many people, so many eyes. From the moment they entered the terminal, she didn’t think, she didn’t listen, she just followed Lily through ticketing and security.
    “I’ve done this a few times,” Lily whispered to her as they hustled along. “You see all kinds of people in airports. The best advice I can give? Don’t make eye contact.”
    “I normally don’t,” Becca said. “Anywhere.”
    Lily laughed. “I noticed. It’s fine. I’ll tell you when it’s okay to look up. We’ll be at the gate soon. You can relax. Gawk at Wade or something.”
    “Gawk?”
    “Kidding!” Lily laughed halfway down the next hallway.
    Wade? Was it obvious? NO EYE CONTACT!

Chapter Ten
    M inutes later they arrived at the gate. Keeping her head low, Becca sat next to Lily, immediately opened her backpack, and slipped out her book. It was a big one, guaranteed to take days. Reading, if it was possible at all, was the best for turning off the noise.
    She opened to page 190. Chapter XXXII.
     
    Already we are boldly launched upon the deep; but soon we shall be lost in its unshored, harborless immensities.
    Odd line to be reading just now, she thought.
    “A little light reading?” said Darrell, from the seat next to her in the waiting area. “Is that a history of the universe or something?”
    “No . . .”
    Wade tilted his head to read the title. “ Moby-Dick , by Herman Melville. That’s a guy’s quest to find a giant whale, isn’t it? But then he finds the whale, the ship sinks, and everybody dies?”
    “Not everybody,” said Becca. “This is my second time through.”
    “Actually,” said Darrell, “my mom once worked with a manuscript by Herman Melville. Dickens too. Well, everybody. After Bolivia, she’s flying to New York to talk to Terence Somebody about donating his stuff to the university library. She’s the chief archivist in the rare books department.”
    Becca flicked a glance up at him and smiled. “I know. Your mom is so cool.”
    Darrell beamed. “I made her my mom, you know. She was just a regular person before I came along.”
    Wade squinted at him. “You have such a weird take on stuff.”
    The first boarding call was announced and Dr. Kaplan sat up. “I’m calling Sara again, just to touch base and tell her what we’re up to.”
    It was clear that Wade’s father was worried about doing such a huge thing without his wife’s input. That was kind of nice. They seemed really close, and Becca figured they must talk about everything. But not this time. The call went to voice mail again. He talked for a bit, asked her at least to text, and closed the phone.
    “Mrs. Kaplan will get the message before we get to Washington,” she said, “and you can talk to her during the layover.”
    “Oh, go ahead and call her Sara,” Darrell said. “Everybody but me does.”
    “Thanks,” Dr. Kaplan said, smiling just like a dad, she thought.