solidly for months. âHeâs been looking very old lately,â Montoyo admits. âAnd he seems lonely, like never before. Canât remember seeing so much of him.â
âI have a bit of a confession to make,â I begin. Then I explain about discovering that Dad might have been in Saffron Walden on June 16, and about our escapade to the archaeologistâs house the other night. When I come to the part where Simon Madison saw us, I sense Montoyo growing wary. When I admit that the pages of the Ix Codex were taken from my bedroom (I donât mention the kissing), thereâs a long silence that crackles with tension.
Finally, in a dry whisper, he says, âYouâre telling me that you let Madison get his hands on pages from the Ix Codex?â
I canât help cringing. âI tried to stop it â¦â
His voice sounds hollow with dismay. âJoshâhow do you think he came to be at the Thompson house the same night as you? He must be having you observed. He could only know about it because of you.â
Miserably, I tell Montoyo my theory about Ollie. He doesnât seem all that surprised. Instead, he breathes a long sigh.
â
Dios mio
. I was afraid of something like this.â
âYou knew someone was watching me?â
Montoyo practically growls. âOf course not, Josh! What I mean is this: it was perhaps inevitable that youâd try to get involved on your own account. As I suggested, we would have been wise to keep you in Ek Naab. The plans for the 2012 problem are well under way. This is the safest place for you. With what you know, you should not be in the outside world, meddling.â
âI wasnât âmeddling.â I was trying to find out what happened to my dad!â
Montoyo lets rip with an impatient yell. âWe donât know what happened to him! Itâs possible we never will! And look what youâve done in the process!â
Now Iâm angry. After all I did to help them, Montoyo has done nothing to help me find the one truth I really care about.
âIâm going to send someone to pick you up,â he snaps. âWhere is a good place?â
âIâm not going to live in Ek Naab.â
âJosh, listen to me. Do you realize whatâs in those first three pages? Enough information for Madisonâs group to control part of the 2012 technology.â
My heart sinks. Itâs true, then; Madisonâs stolen artifact is one of the things written about in the Ix Codex.
âThey
have
the Adapter,â Montoyo continues, exasperated. âThey can
make
the Key.â
âThe Adapter is what he stole from that guy in Lebanon?â
Montoyo sighs. âWe think so. We were negotiating with a private collectorâAbdul-Quddus. He bought it from the Baghdad National Museum after the start of the Iraq War. But as you know from that news story, Madison took it.â
âDamn ⦠,â I say. âThat is
not
ideal.â
âNot ideal?â Montoyo repeats, annoyed again. âOf course itâs not! Listen, Josh. Iâm looking at a map of Oxford. Thereâs a big meadow near your home. Port Meadow. A river runs through it. Be by the river at four tomorrow morning. Okay?â
I hesitate. âWhere on the river?â
âDonât worry. When we get close enough, we can locate the phone. Just make sure itâs on youâand turned on!â
âIâm not saying Iâll be there. Let me think about it.â
â
Hijo que te pasa
⦠whatâs wrong with you? Iâm giving you an order! You
will
be there.â
BLOG ENTRY: PLAN A
So, Mom. Iâm going to take one last shot at sorting things out. Iâve made a mess of everything, but itâs not too late to fix it .
Iâm going to Ollieâs. All lovey-dovey. Iâll work out a way to distract her, then Iâll find the pages they stole from me and destroy them .
I know itâs a