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Gray pictured the strange girl. Her charcoal sketch of the Taj Mahal. If man could look through time, as Dr. Masterson reported, then why not across great distances? He remembered Director Crowe's statement about the successes the CIA project had with remote viewing.
All it would take, Masterson said, would be to find those rare individuals who could see farther than the ordinary. To study them.
Or exploit them, Gray thought, still thinking of the girl.
Elizabeth passed the last page from the printer to the stack. She handed it to
Masterson. My father he was looking for these rare individuals.
No, my dear, he wasn't looking for them.
Elizabeth's eyes pinched in confusion.
Masterson patted her hand. Your father found them.
Gray perked up. What?
A knock on the door interrupted the professor before he could explain. Kowalski shifted, checked who it was, and opened the door.
Rosauro poked in her head and passed to Gray a heavy set of rental keys. All done in here?
No, Gray answered.
Masterson bowled past him with an armload of papers under his arm. Yes, we are.
Gray rolled his eyes and waved to the others. C'mon.
He followed, mentally strangling the irascible professor.
Kowalski kept to Gray's side. He's just getting even, the large man said and nodded to the walking stick under Masterson's other arm. For what you did to his cane.
They exited the Internet cafT and found Luca Hearn leaning on the hood of a pewter-colored Mercedes-Benz G55 SUV. It looked like a tank.
Rosauro circled around to the front. She already had a hand raised against his objections. Okay, it's not inconspicuous. I know. But I didn't know where we were going or how fast we might need to get there.
Kowalski gri
It's got four-wheel drive, almost five hundred horses and and She shrugged.
I liked it.
Kowalski passed her to inspect the car. Oh, yeah, from now on, Rosauro picks out all our transportation!
Gray sighed and stepped toward Dr. Masterson. Where to now?
The professor was studying the stack of papers and waved his cane toward the north, plainly irritated. Gray waited for more details, but got none.
Elizabeth's warning echoed in his head. Don't press him
Giving up, Gray pointed to the SUV. He had no time to argue. They'd been in one place too long already. He wanted to keep moving, even if he didn't know exactly where. If anyone had put a tracer on the University of Mumbai's Web site, they could be zeroing in on them right now.
Load up, Gray ordered.
Kowalski cupped his hands for the keys.
Gray tossed them to Rosauro instead.
Kowalski glowered at him. You are just plain evil.
5:06 P. M.
Elizabeth could wait no longer. Going against her own advice, she turned to Dr.
Masterson. Hayden, enough of your games. What did you mean when you said my father found those people?
Just what I said, my dear.
The professor sat in the center of the SUV's middle row, flanked by Elizabeth and Gray. Pen in hand, Hayden had been sifting through the printouts for the past ten minutes. Rosauro glanced back at them from the driver's seat. Kowalski sulked in the passenger seat with his arms stubbornly crossed.
Luca stirred behind them and leaned forward to listen.
Hayden explained, Your father spent the past decade collecting and comparing
DNA samples from the most promising yogis and mystics of India. He traveled far and wide, from north to south. He collated reams of data, cross-referenced genetic code. He ran a statistical model analyzing mental ability versus genetic variance.
He tested Luca's people, too, Elizabeth said.
The Gypsy made a noise of agreement.
Because they rose from the Punjab region, Hayden said.
Why is that important? Gray asked.
Let me show you. The professor searched the stack for half a minute, then pulled out one sheet. Your father, Elizabeth, was a true genius, vastly underappreciated by his peers. He was able to pinpoint three genes that seemed to be common to those who showed the strongest traits. Like many scientific breakthroughs, such a discovery was equal parts brilliance and luck. He came upon these genes when he noted that many of the most talented individuals seemed to show signs of autism in varying degrees.
Autism? Elizabeth asked. Why autism?
Because the debilitating mental condition, while compromising social functioning, can often produce some astounding savant abilities. Hayden patted her knee. Did you know that many of the key figures in history displayed autistic tendencies?
Elizabeth shook her head.
He ticked names off, using his fingers. In the arts, that included
Michelangelo, Jane Austen, Emily Dickinson, along with Beethoven and Mozart. In science, you have Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein, and Isaac Newton. In politics,
Thomas Jefferson. Even Nostradamus was believed to be autistic to some degree.
Nostradamus? Gray asked. The French astrologer?
Hayden nodded. Such individuals have changed history, improved mankind, moved us forward. There's a line Archibald loved to quote. From Dr. Temple Grandin, a bestselling writer with autism. 'If by some magic, autism had been eradicated from the face of the earth, then men would still be socializing in front of a wood fire at the entrance to a cave.' And I believe she was right.
And my father?
Most definitely. Your father came to believe that there was a direct co
And he found this co
The professor sighed. While we don't know the exact cause for autism, most scientists agree that there are ten different genes that potentially contribute to the appearance of the condition. So Archibald ran these ten genes through his statistical model and discovered three of these genes were common among all those with high talent. It was the breakthrough he had been looking for. With these three genetic markers, he began to trace geographically the frequency of these markers in the general population. He came up with a map.
The professor passed Elizabeth the sheet of paper on his lap. It was a map of
India. Across the breadth of it were hundreds of small dots.
Elizabeth studied it, then handed it to Gray.
Hayden explained, Each dot represents an individual bearing the genetic marker.
But if you look closely, you'll see how many dots appear around major cities, like Delhi and Mumbai. Which only makes sense, since there are many people living in those cities.
But what about up here? Gray asked and pointed toward the north.
Elizabeth knew what Gray was asking about. A large number of dots more than anywhere else clustered to the north, where no major city was marked.
Exactly. Archibald wondered the same. Hayden took the map back and tapped the cluster to the north. He concentrated the last three years of his life in that area. He sought to discover why this dense cluster appears up there.
What's there? she asked.
The Punjab. The answer came from behind Elizabeth. From Luca Hearn. The original homeland of the Romani.
Indeed. It is why Archibald contacted the Gypsy clans in Europe and the United
States. He found it rather coincidental that such a rich history of prophecy and fortune-telling would arise from the same spot and spread to Europe and beyond.
He sought to see if his genetic marker could be found among the Gypsies.
Was it? Elizabeth posed the question to both Hayden and Luca.
Hayden answered, Yes, but not in the concentrations he was suspecting. It disappointed your father.
Luca made a noncommittal noise.
She turned to him. What?
There was a reason, Luca said.