Crescent Dawn

“That’s a pretty good coup.”

“We think so,” Sam replied as they reached the bottom of the courthouse steps. “It will take a little of the sting out of our losses.”

“Nice to know that something good will come out of all this,” Dirk replied. He reached over and shook Levine’s hand. “Keep up the good fight, Sam. Sophie would have wanted you to carry on.”

“I will. Take care, Dirk.”

As Sam headed toward the parking lot, Dirk heard someone call out his name. He turned to see Ridley Ba

“Yes, Ba

“If you’ve got a moment,” the archaeologist said, hobbling up to Dirk. “I just wanted to tell you that, prior to the trial, I wasn’t aware that you were involved with Miss Elkin. She was a professional colleague of sorts, although we didn’t always see eye to eye. Nevertheless, I just wanted to say that I always considered her a remarkable woman.”

“I share your sentiment,” Dirk said quietly. “Thank you, by the way, for participating in the trial. Your testimony was instrumental in putting Gutzman away.”

“I knew that he bought stolen artifacts, but I never imagined he’d go so far as to hire trained terrorists to augment his collection. It’s not difficult to get caught up in the allure of artifacts, and I carry my own sins in that regard. But you have to make right at the end of the day. You and your family showed me the way, in addition to saving my life. For that, I shall always be grateful.”

“How much longer will you need that?” Dirk asked, pointing to the cane.

“Just another few weeks. The doctors in Cyprus did a splendid job of patching me up.”

“It was good of you to agree to loan the Manifest to their new museum.”

“It belongs with the other artifacts that NUMA bestowed,” Ba

“I’ll pass the word. What’s next for you?”

“The Ark of the Covenant. I’ve uncovered a lead that suggests it may be hidden in a cave in Yemen. It looks promising. How about yourself?”

“I think I’m through working in the Mediterranean for a while,” Dirk said quietly.

“Well, cheers to you wherever you end up next. And give my best to your father and Summer.”

“Good luck, Ba

Dirk watched as the archaeologist hobbled over to a taxi stand and hailed a cab. Dirk’s own hotel was only a few blocks away, so he decided to proceed there on foot. Walking through the streets of west Jerusalem, he soon fell oblivious to the dense traffic and crowded sidewalks, his mind lost in an emotional fog.

He marched past the hotel and continued walking for another mile, entering the Old City through Herod’s Gate. He stepped absently through the narrow streets, pulled to the east by an unseen compass.

Following a nun jaywalking across a side street, he looked up to find himself standing on the grounds of St. A

The bench where he had shared lunch with Sophie was empty, and he took a seat under the shade of the sycamore trees. Lost in thought, he stared at the empty pools long after the sun had dipped beneath the horizon. He was still sitting in silent contemplation when the evening sky rustled up a cool breeze that carried the sweet scent of jasmine gently across the ancient grounds.