Roots of Glory

A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murder is less to fear.
Marcus Tullius Cicero

106-43 BC

Prologue
Castleross Village, Ireland - July 28, 1992

Dominic wasnt like the others. Innis Ross, the ninth earl of Rossmont, studied his lanky, athletic first-born son. Intimidated by no one, least of all his younger brothers, Dominic fostered absolute devotion from his little sister and adoration from his mother. That kind of power made Innis uncomfortable. Dominic had always functioned by his own set of values, conforming to the familys wishes when it suited him, rebelling when it didnt. But it was the quiet, shrewd rebellion of a fine mind stubbornly rejecting course corrections along the way that made him difficult if not impossible to control. Innis wanted Dominic on his side, which was why hed summoned him to his study on this particular morning. He reached for the packing carton hed wrapped himself and set it on top of his desk. Ive been waiting until you turned eighteen. Todays the day. Go ahead and open it. Dominic sensed this was important to his father, perhaps more important than Dominic winning a rugby match so Innis could gloat to his friends at the club. However in fairness to his father, Dominic liked the rush it gave him when his team came out on top. In that regard he could forgive him for his display of bias. Easy, Innis cautioned. What youre about to see is precious.

The word precious alerted Dominic this was the moment hed been anticipating since his father had first told him about their ancestor Cillian Ross. Cillian, the black sheep of the family who left Ireland in the 1820s to seek for knowledge instead of riches in Mexico. Dominics hero. They were kindred souls. Hearing that Cillian had spent all of his considerable wealth on a book hed wanted published, then died of typhus in debtors prison in Dublin without ever seeing the finished product, had captured Dominics imagination at an early age. The fact that Cillians dying wish to see his wife and son one more time hadnt been granted, only made his history that much more poignant. A thrill of excitement arced through Dominics body that his father had chosen today to let him see this fabulous treasure. The hairs stood on his arms. Now he understood why his father had locked the door. Their eyes met in silent understanding before Dominic undid the white ribbon and removed the blue foil paper. His father had buried the priceless heirloom deep in the tissue. Dominic felt around the edges of the book, surprised at how big and heavy it was. He lifted it from its resting place with the same care hed picked up Keyley the day his mother had come home from the hospital holding his baby sister. His gaze fastened on the two-inch thick tome. It had to be fourteen inches square at least! Dominics heart performed a kick that would have worked wonders against the opposition on the playing field.

The book had been magnificently bound with gold leaf tracery on the cover, reminding him of the illuminated Bibles under glass hed seen in the churches and museums in Belfast and Dublin. With fastidious attention, he opened it to the rich vellum title page. But to his disappointment, it had been printed inSpanish. He examined several pages of unintelligible text. There were dozens of drawings and strange hieroglyphs, intensifying his curiosity. There are eight more volumes just like this. Eight more? Dominic s head reared in astonishment. His father nodded. The right collector would pay a fortune for them. Thats why Ive never shown the books to anyone since my father bequeathed them to me instead of your Uncle Logan. This collection will always stay in the Ross family. Its not for sale at any price. One day Ill give them to you for safe keeping because youre the only child of mine I trust. Dominic winced whenever he heard his father speak that way about his siblings. All four Ross children should be equally loved, but Dominic learned early he was the son Innis favored and his brothers knew it. Over the years the tiny fissure of resentment had become a chasm of hurt Dominic had no way of bridging. If Innis was aware his pride in Dominic had engendered a growing jealousy on their part, he didnt seem to care. Years from now, youll pass this collection on to one of your sons, his father went on talking. Dominic noticed he didnt say or daughters. Whether intentional or not, it showed an insensitivity that drove five year old Keyley to be Dominics little shadow

rather than her fathers. As for Dominics future, he had no idea if there would ever be a wife or children, but he had to admit no earthly gift could have pleased him more than this. Where do you keep the books hidden? In a hermetically sealed vault at the bank to preserve them. I brought this one home so you could view it. Ill put it back later today. With those words from his father, the sight of it became doubly precious to Dominic. Yet intertwined with his euphoria he felt sorrow for Cillian who never did get to see the final result. Typhus took him before his father, Padraig Ross, the fifth earl of Rossmont, learned of his death and paid the debt his favorite son owed the London publisher. In honor of his memory, Padraig parted with an enormous sum in order to have something tangible of Cillians to cherish. To part with that kind of money meant Cillian had to be his favorite son. Was that the curse of the first bon son, to always be the favorite? If Dominic ever did have children, there would be no such thing as a favorite. Father? Dominic murmured. Its obvious Cillian gave his life for these books, but if they remain in a vault and we never know what information they contain, then as far as Im concerned, he died in vain. The collection has been handed down from father to son, Dominic. No Ross before me has trusted them out of his sight.

He stared at his father in exasperation. Not even to find out what everything says? Dont you want to know? Cillian died trying to bring the information to light. Its been almost 200 years, and still no one has any idea whats in them. Dominic had been living for the time when he would know exactly what had driven Cillian to leave Ireland. Why did he spend his all money for a cause he believed in so completely, nothing else mattered, not even his own life. What would you have me do? I swore a solemn oath to my father that I would never show them to anyone until the time came to pass them on to one of my children. Youre too young for that responsibility yet. Like an obedient son, Dominics father had honored that promise, but Dominic would never understand his parents lack of intellectual curiosity. Innis was not a well read man. He found no pleasure in pondering the words of Shakespeare or Dominics favorite thoughts from Cicero, one of the greatest philosophers ever born. . His father was only comfortable within the boundaries of the Rossmont estate where the sole purpose in life was to enjoy wealth and accumulate more. He had no curiosity to see beyond the shores of Ireland for the sheer joy of it He never questioned anything. In Dominics opinion his father was the antithesis of a thinker like John Locke who ascribed to the notion that humans should use reason to search after truth rather than simply accept the opinion of authorities or worse, be subject to superstition. Couldnt his father see for example that the Catholic church was nothing more than organized superstition?

Innis went to mass because his father told him he was supposed to, not because he had a real feeling for it. Dominics mother believed in the trinity and said her prayers regularly. For her sake Dominic continued to attend church with the family, but the differences between him and his father were growing more pronounced each passing day. Taking a risk he said, Father Mike reads and writes Spanish. We could invite him here and he could translate for us. No one else would have to know. Our secret will be safe. A priest goes to the grave with his lips sealed. A shrewd comment like that from Dominic made Innis nervous, yet hed known there would be a price to pay for opening this Pandoras box. Perhaps it wouldnt hurt to placate his son by asking the parish priest to come by. During their friendly little chat, Innis would allow Father Michael Brosnan to translate the first few pages of the book. Enough to satisfy Dominics fierce curiosity. A compromise here and there was needed to keep his headstrong, free spirited son close to Innis. Lets see if the priest is available. He reached for the directory, found the number and rang the parish. Dominic blinked at his fathers affable mood. For once he wasnt fighting him. The secretary is ringing his office now. Here. He handed Dominic the receiver. You invite him. Tell him you want him to join us for a celebratory drink in honor of your birthday. It had been a long time since Dominic had felt this kind of bond to his father. As far apart as they were on most things, they were both in lockstep when it came to honoring their ancestor Cillian.

This is Father Brosnan. Father Mike? It was the name Dominic and his friends called the congenial priest who didnt stand on formality around them. Is this Dominic Ross himself? He smiled. Yes. My father and I were wondering if you could come by and have a drink with us. Its my eighteenth birthday today. Eighteen... now theres a dangerous age for a young man. Id be delighted, my son, but I will have to come over right now since I must be away to Cork by eleven. Dominic gave his father the thumbs up. Thats perfect. Well be waiting for you. See you shortly. He handed his father the receiver. Hes coming now. Things couldnt be working out better. Let me warn your mother so she can tell the others that the priest is dropping by because of your birthday. We dont want your brothers wondering whats really going on. Innis got up from the chair. Lock the door after me. Once Dominic had fastened the deadbolt, he hurried over to his fathers desk. While he waited for him to come back, he took a piece of paper from the drawer and started tracing some of the drawings that interested him the most. He filled a page and a half before he heard a knock on the door. Dominic?

Ill be right there. He stuffed the paper in his trouser pocket, then hurried across the room to undo the lock. The grandfatherly priest stood next to Innis with a wide smile on his face. Thanks for coming, Father Mike. It means a lot. Im the one whos honored, Dominic. If Id had more warning, I would have brought you a gift. Your presence is enough. Dominics parent locked the door behind them, then turned to the priest. Sit down, Father. Make yourself comfortable while I pour us a sherry. Were aware the time is short. In a minute they clanked their glasses together. To you, Dominic, the priest made the toast. May your path continually strive toward God, then you cannot fail. The priest said those things by rote, but did he ever really think what he was saying? Dominic was eighteen for heaven sakes, not eighty and starting to worry if there might be something more to come after death. Amen, he muttered. Amen, Innis followed in a fervent enough voice to convince the priest they were on the same wavelength. So Dominic, I know you well enough to realize you got me here for a reason besides a drink before eleven oclock in the morning. What can I do for you, my son? Father Mike didnt know anything about Dominic except what hed allowed the priest to see. Would you mind translating something for us please? Translate?

Yes. From a book printed in Spanish. We want to know what it says. But if you do, Innis inserted, you must treat this as you would a last rites confession. When you leave this room, you cant tell anyone about this book or whats in it. A strange expression stole over the priests wizened face. He crossed himself. Only God will know what I know. Let me see this book. Dominic put both their drinks on the table and carefully handed him their familys treasure. The priest put on his glasses and examined the cover before opening it to the title page. Mexicos Ancient Origins, he spoke aloud in English. His gaze lifted to Innis in puzzlement. It says here your ancestor produced this. Yes. Read a little to us, Father, Dominic urged. As the priest looked down and began studying the printed text, a dull red entered his cheeks. Time passed, but instead of translating any passages he slowly closed the book and handed it back to Dominic. Im afraid this is nothing more than a concoction of impossible fairy tales from the mouths of savages, he scoffed with a numbing arrogance. Youre wise to keep it out of sight. Others might consider it blasphemy. Blasphemy? Innis exchanged a surprised glance with Dominic whose heart pounded in rage. The priest who pontificated fairy tales was calling this book a bunch of fairy tales? For a

man of the cloth to summarily dismiss Cillians great endeavor as a bunch of myths without a thorough examination of the contents caused the last glimmer of light to go out inside Dominic. Not even for his mother could Dominic stomach anymore. Innis cleared his throat. Thank you for helping clarify this for us, Father. We had no idea what was in the text. Im always happy to be of assistance. Dominic had to get out of the room. Gone was any vestige of feeling for the priest of his childhood. He couldnt look at the man. Ill leave so the two of you can talk in private for a moment. Thats fine. Ill see you at mass with your brothers. No. You wont ever see me again.

CHAPTER ONE

Dublin, Ireland - Fifteen years later

Youre not going out now, Teddy, not with you barely back from Cork last night. I wanted to go to the pictures. Phoebes going to mind the children. Its all arranged. Im meeting Brad Cahill at the Brazen Head for a pint of stout. Ill be back for you in time. Not if youre with him you wont. Every time he comes to Dublin, youre out late. I dont complain about the hours you spend for Mr. Ross. Were doing all right because of him. Why does this American chap keep coming around? I told you before, Fiona. Hes a respected professor and historical documents dealer. Ive put him on to several potential buyers. Then he should be paying you for your time. Thats what Teddy had been thinking. Three years ago the Society of Professional Genealogists of Ireland had met in Belfast for a conference where Dr. Brad Cahill had been a guest speaker. The Irish-American history professor from the University of Southern California in Los Angeles had gotten his start as a genealogist. However, his accidental discovery of an authentic Oath of a Freeman, had thrust him into some prominence.

Today he was renown for several remarkable finds, some of them to do with the colonization of America, others went further back into history. Thus the reason he came to Europe often. The mans friendliness had made it easy for Teddy to approach him. Brad taught classes in American development from Colonial times to the present with an emphasis on Irelands contribution. Their passion for Irish-American history resulted in a growing friendship. On his last trip to Dublin to negotiate some business with a client, Brad had taken Teddy to lunch at the Shelbourne Hotel, Dublins finest, and had shown him a copy of the Betsy Ross letter hed found. That had prompted Teddy to mention he was working on an ancestral line for Innis Ross, the Eighth and present Earl of Rossmont from Castleross who happened to be his most illustrious client. There was probably no family connection between the two Ross names, but Teddy found it an interesting coincidence. One day when he had the time, hed like to do research to see if the two lines joined up at some point in the past. During their conversation he learned a collector had purchased the famous Ross letter for $33,000.00 American dollars. Teddy knew there were other rare documents the dealer had discovered worth four to five times that amount. Fionas suggestion that Teddy get paid for supplying Brad with names of potential buyers made sense. Im leaving now. Be back in an hour. See that youre here by seven oclock or you can sleep on the chesterfield.

She always said that when she was upset, but she didnt mean it. His Fiona was a loving woman. Maybe tonight hed bring her home something for his time. Shed been wanting a nice piece of furniture shed seen at Arnotts on Henry Street. Ten minutes later he parked his car and entered the pub, the oldest in Ireland and sunken below street level after 800 years. It would appeal to Brads love of history. Thats why Teddy had suggested they meet here. With his short-cropped, dark-blond hair, and dressed in a smart looking navy pin stripe suit, the other man was easy to spot. Though he was a good fifteen years older than some of the clean-cut Mormon missionaries he saw walking around Dublin, Brad reminded him of them. The man waved to Teddy from a table against the stone wall. After Teddy ordered for them, he explained he couldnt stay long because Fiona was waiting for him. I just got back from a trip. You know how it is. My wife expects me home day after tomorrow so I understand, Brad commented. How is she by the way? Very well. Youll have to bring her along next time. Fiona and I would like to meet her. Im sure that could be arranged some time. Before I fly back to the States I thought you might like to see this. He opened his briefcase and pulled out a mediumsized brown envelope. Gooseflesh broke out on Teddys arms. He sensed this was no casual visit to Dublin and had to admit he was excited to find out what Brad had to show him.

With the deft hand of a magician, he produced three drawings. You can look, but you cant touch. Teddys avid eyes fastened on them. After a thorough study he lifted his head. It says these are the work of Charles Thomson. Where did you get them? At an antique shop in Philadelphia. Would you believe theyd been placed inside the folds of an old quilt? He chuckled. Ive done prior business with the owner of the place. She didnt know what to make of them so she phoned me. Theyre authentic rough drafts of the Great Seal he designed while he was Secretary of the Continental Congress. I paid her twenty thousand dollars for them. Theyd be worth a lot more than that to the right party. Teddy let out a low whistle. Are you acquainted with any Thomsons in Ireland? Now was Teddys opportunity. Not Thomsons. However I know several collectors who might be interested. If I had more time and the means, Id be happy to look into it for you. Brad reached in his wallet and pulled out twenty 100 dollar bills. Will this do for a retainer? He also handed him a piece of paper with the names and addresses of two different Thomsons living in County Derry. Maybe you could put out feelers to these gentlemen who might be descendants? If you find someone whod like to see the drawings, get in touch with me. Therell be a commission in it for you. He handed Teddy his business card and wrote a number on the back. This is my unlisted phone number.

A picture of Fionas face when he flashed the bills in front of her helped make up his mind in a hurry. What time table are we looking at? Im in no rush. Good. Im working all hours on a project for Mr. Ross. He cleared his throat. Brad, as long as youre here, do you mind if I pick your brains for a few minutes? Not at all. I thought you were in a hurry. Fiona always wants me home, but shell have to wait. This is too important. He leaned closer. Let me tell you what Im up against. Maybe you can think of something I havent. Ill try. For several years Mr. Ross has retained me to try and find the descendants of a Viscount Cillian Ross, son of Padraig Ross, the Fifth Earl of Rossmont. Cillian was an average student at Oxford in the early 1800s who made many trips to Mexico City from Cork, then died tragically, but there was purported to be a wife and son. To make a long story short, he just told me that an inheritance and a set of priceless books kept in trust is waiting for his descendants if they can be found. It has all been untouched over the years. I have no idea how much is involved, but it must be considerable because my clients family is one of the wealthiest in Ireland. Apparently Mr. Rosss brother, Logan Ross, is determined to break up this trust. A court date has been set for a year from now. Ive been told I only have that long to come up with irrefutable proof that Cillian Rosss descendants are alive. Otherwise Mr.

Ross is going to lose in court and the inheritance will be distributed among the existing family members. But if its all going to end up in the family anyway Thats exactly what my client doesnt want to see happen. To him this is a matter of honor. He sounds an unusual man. So is his son Dominic Ross who represents him in court. Dominic will be the next Earl when his father passes on. I see. Well, Ill be glad to do what I can to help you. Theres an old priest named Father Munoz living in Mexico City whos familiar with obscure parish records. He gives his time freely to some of us in the business and might be willing to assist you in finding a marriage or baptismal record. At least he did it for me when I was doing genealogy in the past. I assume hes still alive, but Im not sure. Let me look up his email address. Teddys heart began to pound with renewed hope as he watched Brad pull out a little address book filled with names and numbers. Yes. Here it is. He drew another business card from his wallet and wrote down the address on the back of it. Give him as many detailed particulars as you can. Imaculata@ic.com. I appreciate knowing about this, Brad. Can I use you for a reference? By all means. Its been a while, but Im sure hell remember me. I hope Father Munoz can be of help to you, Teddy.

So do I. With so much riding on the Ross project, Teddy was convinced Brad Cahill had come into his life for a reason. This time gooseflesh broke out on his legs too. Brad flashed him a wide smile. You make me wish I were back in the old business of running down clues again. Those were great days. Teddy admired the man whod started out as the true genealogist. He rose to his feet, anxious to get in touch with this priest. A year would be gone before he knew it. Without results, he could lose the Ross familys patronage. It would mean a considerable loss of income, something he dreaded. Because of Mr. Ross, he and Fiona enjoyed the only perks in their marriage. Teddy didnt want to see them come to an end. Of course it helped to know that a commission from Brad could be his if he found a buyer for the Thomson drawings. First thing in the morning hed make contact with the people whose names he had in his pocket. If it led to a big sale, Brad might ask Teddy for help in finding buyers for other valuable documents. It could be his private insurance policy against an uncertain economic future. Can I drive you somewhere on my way home? No thank you. Im going to order another pint of this stuff. Its great! I thought you Mormons didnt drink. He winked. Were not supposed to, but I cant pass this up now, can I? Teddy laughed. The barman will call a taxi to take me to my hotel.

All right then. You should be hearing from me within a month. Secretly Teddy hoped to accomplish his business for Brad much sooner than that. By the way, the drinks are on me. Teddy would have paid for them anyway, but with a thousand American dollars in his pocket and the hope of more, it made it fun to be generous. Ten minutes later he pulled up in front of the Cork Genealogical Society and rang the buzzer for the night watchman to let him in. If Teddy had gone straight home, Fiona wouldnt have stood for him turning on his laptop to send an urgent e-mail. Better to do it from his office right now. He was running out of time.

CHAPTER TWO

Salt Lake City, Utah

Rain pelted the windshield. It was the kind of spring weather one expected at the advent of L.D.S. General Conference. Jordana Hall parked the car at Coveys Little America hotel in downtown Salt Lake, grateful for the portico that shielded her from the worst of the elements. Shed driven up from Southern California with her parents to stay with relatives over conference and attend a special seminar. When theyd left Costa Mesa, it had been under sunny skies. This trip constituted a badly needed reunion with her mom and dad. While theyd been on yet another educational assignment for the Church, this time in Columbia, shed already passed through the initial grief of her divorce from Brad Cahill. Her older brother Rick, a chemical engineer who lived and worked in Huntington Beach, California, had been there for her when her world had disintegrated. She couldnt

have made it through those first nightmarish months without him, but the luxury of spending time in the car debriefing with the two people she counted on most in this world for love and understanding gave her the outlet she craved. The separation from Brad had taken place eight months ago, but shed only obtained the final divorce decree from her brief nine month marriage last week. At that time shed had her name legally changed back to Hall. With no children involved, she wanted to forget that such a horrendous episode in her life had ever taken place. Unfortunately she discovered you couldnt will your mind and soul to shut off the relentless pain. It went before you and behind you without relief. The psychiatrist shed consulted told her she would pass through several stages of emotion in order to heal. Jordana was afraid she was still stuck in the angry phase, mostly at herself for not having acknowledged that her temple marriage had been in deep trouble from the start. Denial had a lot to answer for. Never again. The blinders were gone for good. She hurried inside the crowded lobby and almost missed the sign for the seminar goers. Book of Mormon Archaeological Forum. A discussion of Book of Mormon Lands and Research. Friday, 10:00 a.m. Conference Room B. As she started down the hall on her right she heard, Hola, Sister Hall! Jordana knew that voice and turned around. Que tal? Sister Price! Sherry Price from Ogden, Utah. One of Jordanas favorites. She hugged her hard. The two of them had been companions for three months when they were both serving in the Guatemala City North Mission back in 2001. It had been too short a time. Since then theyd lost touch. Its Mrs. Luis Ramirez now.

She blinked. Didnt he get baptized right before you and I received transfers? Sherry nodded. He wrote to me after I got home. A year later he came to the States and looked me up while I was at Utah State. One thing led to another. After I graduated, I went back to Guatemala to meet his family. We ended up getting married in the Guatemala City Temple. Thats fantastic. Do you live there? She nodded. I flew up to attend conference with my family, but I also wanted to come to this seminar. I hoped Id bump into someone I knew. It doesnt really surprise me to find you here. This is definitely your kind of thing. Yours too. Great minds think alike, Jordana teased. Come on. Lets sit together. Itll be like old times. Sherry started walking with her toward the designated room. Tell me about you. This was the part Jordana hated. If you mean personally, theres not much to tell. I got married and divorced so fast I hardly had time to blink. On a professional note I formed a partnership with two other women I worked with at the Family History Center in Los Angeles. We now run a genealogical business in Costa Mesa, California, near LA. What about you? Sherry halted outside the entrance to the conference room. A shadow crossed over her face. Since our baby girl was still-born, Ive been helping Luis build his cell phone business. Another world of pain. Jordanas eyes filled before she hugged her friend again. Im so sorry, Sherry.

Im sorry for you too, her voice quivered. To think that some of those weeks we were out tracting without a nibble seemed like the darkest of our lives. A sad smile came and went. At that stage of existence, how did we know things could get any worse? Exactly. By tacit agreement they went inside to find seats. The room was packed with at least two hundred people. As they sat down on the back row near the aisle, Jordana studied her friends profile. She had nothing but admiration for Sherry whod lost her baby, yet shed chosen to go on living. It served as the biggest wake up call Jordana had received since Brad had betrayed her. Instead of surviving in a state of bitterness, it was time she started to think outside her own narcissistic box. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Book of Mormon Forum. You should all have a brochure. If not, well have ushers pass them around. With so many time constraints, we want to get started immediately. The first guest speaker on our program will be bringing us some fascinating research about Nephi III and the smiting off of arms. The second speaker is a scholar on the life and writings of Prince Ixtlilzochitl. If any of you are familiar with the out-of-print 1950 edition of Ancient America and The Book of Mormon by Hunter and Ferguson, then youll know were in for a spine-tingling treat. Our final speaker will give us the latest findings on Lehis Trail. Jordana had come to hear more about the great Prince of Mexico. To her mind he stood in line behind the Prophet Joseph Smith for his contribution to mankind. Because

of Prince IX, as she liked to call him, the Book of Mormon had a companion book out of the very same ancient American dust from which it had sprung. She got chills just thinking about it. From the mouths of two witnesses the truth shall be established. Jordana knew there were other witnesses besides the Book of Mormon and the Holy Bible that testified of Christ. Privately she called the Works of Prince IX the Mexican Bible because it was an additional proof of the coming of the Jews to the New World. Another proof that Christ lived with them and taught them his glorious Gospel. She believed that truth with every fiber of her being no matter how difficult her personal struggles might be right now.

CHAPTER THREE

Artesia, California --

Ten years ago Brad Cahill had rented a hole-in-the-wall apartment in the Little India area of Pioneer Boulevard, a decision hed come to realize was inspirational. It sat over a grocery store stocked with traditional Indian grains and spices. There was no outside exit. You had to go inside the shop and climb the stairs to gain access, a situation Brad had deliberately chosen for privacy. The owner who lived at the back of the shop with his family was happy for the steady rent and left him alone. Brad was happy for the invisibility because the place was indistinguishable from the other shops specializing in everything from Asian food, Indian jewelry, saris boutiques and Mehndi body art. Until his divorce hed used it for an extra office away from the L.A. campus. Now he was living here, but not for long. In a few weeks hed be teaching summer School at NUI in Galway, Ireland. The students would study Irish literature, history, economics and the like.

While his students would live in facilities near campus and visit some of Irelands major historic sights on the special course excursions, Brad had his own perks planned out. Mona would be coming up from Cork to join him when she could get off work. The rest of the time he would guide Teddy Reynolds through some new projects. . In the meantime Brad was free for the next two weeks. Spring semester had

ended and hed entered his students grades on the computer. With the purchase of some sodium hydroxide, he could finish the drying process on a baptismal document hed been preparing before flying to Mexico City in a few hours. After that hed make a brief stop in the Cayman Islands. Adaab, Mr. Chatterton, the owner called to him. In his eagerness to get busy, Brad hadnt noticed him over in the corner with a customer. Mr. Patel. How are you? He gave him a polite nod and hurried up the stairs where the stringent aroma of curried rice from the mans noon day meal tickled his nostrils. Once hed locked the door, he put the sack on his work table, then removed his suit jacket. After draping it over the end of the second-hand couch, he pushed his shirt sleeves up to the elbows ready to go to work. Hed already written on the treated paper with a quill pen and had hung it up to dry. The particular recipe for the iron gal ink hed concocted required the fermentation of galls by mold. The time-consuming method produced the rich, black ink needed for this particular entry in order to match the ones in the parish record of the time. Depending on the type of document desired, he might crush the galls into powder before adding water or wine. Sometimes when he was creating a handwritten letter, he

needed the galls to boil for a length of time so the tannins would be released to make a brownish ink. Occasionally he used walnuts or bark to develop the exact color needed for a hand-written speech or a war document. Everything was done except for the g on the name Padraig. It had to be perfect. He practiced it twenty times on some type paper before he felt ready to write it a final time. Once it was done, he sprayed it with the sodium hydroxide to dry it. While he waited, he made a cell phone call to Jeff Hopkins, a business acquaintance who was a rare coins and historical documents dealer living in Costa Mesa. Hey, Brad, Jeff answered on the fourth ring. How are you doing? Since Jordana left me its been pretty rough going. How about you? Business could be better, but thats no news. Its a shame about you two. It was my fault. I couldnt live up to her idea of perfection, but Im keeping busy and could use your help. This involves big money. Im talking thirty-five, forty thousand dollars for you within a year on one transaction alone. Jeff whistled. What did you find? John F. Kennedys secret diary? Something much better, he came back in a sober tone, but I need Jordanas expertise. She can unearth anything if it exists. Im leaving for Ireland in the next half hour. On the way to the airport Ill send you a check for five grand on account to get her to do some searches for me without her knowing about it of course. He waited while Jeff decided if he could remain loyal to Jordana and Brad at the same time. Since it will benefit all three of us, why not.

Brad smiled with satisfaction. You wont be sorry about this, Jeff. Im sitting on a find that just needs verification. If youre ready, Ill give you the particulars and leave it up to you to approach Jordana. Go ahead. Ask her to find a baptism date on a son born to Cillian Ross sometime in the 1820s or 30s in Mexico City. He was a wealthy viscount and the son of Padraig, the Fifth Earl of Rossmont. He would have sailed from Cork, Ireland. Thats all the information you have? Thats it, but Jordana wont need any more. And once she finds it Now youve got me excited. I have bills to pay. Shall I tell her to put a rush on it? Brad wrote out the check to Jeff as they spoke. He kept envelopes in the glove compartment of his car. What do you think? Ill phone you next month and see how things are progressing. Sounds like a plan. Thanks for thinking of me, Brad. I really can use the money. Youve been good for me too, Jeff. Talk to you soon. After he clicked off, he cleaned up the worktable and put the chemicals away in a box. It fit beneath the end table covered by an Indian tapestry. All he had left to do was pack his clothes and laptop. Before he enclosed it inside his luggage, he put the document inside the laptop lid where it would lie flat and be protected during the flight.

He looked around while he put his suit jacket back on. A dozen passports and drivers licenses lay hidden beneath a floorboard under the table. He put the three he needed in his pocket. One for Brad Cahill, another for Michael Chatterton and the third for Rudolfo Munoz. With nothing more to be done he locked the door and went downstairs. Mr. Patel liked cash. Brad pulled some money out of his breast pocket and stood there while the other man counted out three months of rent in advance. A smile broke out. Have a good trip, Mr. Chatterton. I will. You have a good summer.

CHAPTER FOUR

Cork, Ireland

Dominic Ross extended his hands for Dr. Lester Shay to examine. The wellknown neurologist had carried out several tests throughout the morning. You say the weakness happened again while you were in South Africa? Yes. I was at an international conference on catalytic gold. A group of us visited the ancient gold city and one of the directors handed me a gold artifact, but I couldnt hold it and it dropped. Thankfully it wasnt damaged, but the experience made me realize how dangerous my disease could be under certain circumstances. He shook his head. I wouldnt be too concerned. Chacot-Marie-Tooth is a slow growing motor sensory neuropathy. This was only your second episode in two years and it hasnt affected your feet or legs yet. Did you feel sharp pains or discomfort associated with it? No. Thats what worries me. Both times the numbness came on, I had no warning. Im not surprised you didnt feel pain the first time it happened. Your hands were too cold to sense anything. Dominics entire body had gone into shock, but he didnt want to think about that right now.

What if it happens and Im driving my car? In that circumstance you would still have the use of your arms. Dominic eyed him warily. Until the disease starts to affect them too. Dr. Shays shaggy brows lifted. Like I told you before, its not life threatening, but you need to take good care of yourself. I swim every morning at the sports club before I go to work. Thats excellent exercise, the perfect kind for you. Even if the nerves are slowly degenerating, theyre wrapped around muscles that go on working. No one would know you have anything wrong. You look as fit as your college rugby pictures. Dont I wish. Is there anything else I can do? Not really, but Im staying on top of any new research. Should a medication come out that has proved helpful in clinical tests to retard the disease, youll be the first person to know. As we discussed before, theres no cure for it. The thing I dont want you to do is sink into a depression over it or let it affect your personal life if you follow my meaning. Youre talking about women, his voice grated. Yes. Theres no reason you cant live a fulfilled life with a wife and children. Dominic scoffed. I wouldnt force any woman to push me around in a wheel chair. At thirty-three youre years away from even thinking about that, Dominic. That was very observant of the doctor, he mused morosely. Today Dominic had indeed turned a year older. His mother insisted he drive out to Castleross this afternoon for a small family party in his honor.

In fact its possible the disease might not affect your lower extremities, the doctor went on talking, oblivious to Dominics inner turmoil. Possible but not probable. With that somewhat cynical response Dominic stepped down from the examining table and shrugged into the crystal blue sport shirt hed worn with his tan trousers. Thank you, Dr. Shay. I appreciate everything youve done for me. The neurologist frowned. I wish I could do something. Besides the physical, CMT is a battle of the mind. A world-weary smile lifted the corner of Dominics mouth. I know a lot about battles. Im about to get in the middle of an on-going one in the next half hour. Ill let myself out. See you next month. The early afternoon traffic was busy enough in Cork, but the middle of their summer festival it was worse with tourists descending on the city. Dominic drove near the river at a slower pace than usual to avoid an accident. Soon he reached the outskirts and continued north ten kilometers through the forest. Here and there he glimpsed groups of backpackers enjoying nature. Within twenty minutes Castleross Village came into view. The familiar sickness rose in his throat. He gripped the steering wheel tighter as he wound through the streets toward his ancestral home. Those bystanders and fascinated vacationers huddled outside its gates with their cameras and sketch pads had no idea what went on between the fighting Ross clan living inside the towers and gables on the Rossmont demesne. Though the castle gave off a certain mystical aura no matter the time of day, all

Dominic ever saw was a haunted house with its cast of malcontents forever preoccupied with money and its aggrandizement. The day hed turned eighteen had meant liberation from his shackles. No amount of bribery or threats from his father about being cut out of the will, or labeled the black sheep like his ancestor Cillian, had induced Dominic to live at home any longer. For selfpreservation hed been forced to distance himself from the family. Hed taken off with his best friend Pete who was no more. Whenever Dominic thought about him now, an overwhelming bleakness descended. The two of them found jobs and roomed together while they put themselves through college. Though his mothers pleadings brought him back to Castleross for the occasional visit, and Keyley was always there to welcome him with her hugs, Dominic was definitely the prodigal son where his brothers were concerned. As for his father, Innis stuck to the topic of sports in order not to alienate Dominic further. He apologized for the threats hed made, assuring Dominic he never meant them. His father made it clear he wanted his son back in the bosom of the Ross clan, but that wasnt going to happen. In the fifteen years since Dominic had left home, hed become a solicitor and had his own law firm in Cork. No one owned him. The freedom of being his own man made it possible for him to tolerate the lovehate relationship with his family. He attended the rugby matches with his father, their passion. In instances like today he could show up for an important event, but it was an agony he had to get through.

His younger brothers considered Dominic a traitor. They couldnt abide their fathers loyalty to him after Dominic had left home. Over the years as their jealousy intensified, Dominics mother tried to smooth the waters. She was a kind person who begged for everyone to get along, but by now Sean and Rian were grown men with families of their own. They lived off the constantly accumulating family wealth and were hardened by greed. To make matters worse Dominics Uncle Logan, who lived in another section of the castle with his family, was after family money invested a hundred and eighty years earlier for Cillian Ross and his descendants. Innis was fighting to keep it in trust until those descendants could be found, but his Uncle Logan wanted it broken up as soon as possible and the money dispersed. In a bold move hed hired the most unscrupulous solicitor in Cork to go after the inheritance. At that point Innis came to Dominic who readily agreed to represent his father. Anything to do with Cillian interested Dominic, even if it pitted brother against brother. However, the ugliness of the case had done worse than that. It had split the two families wide open with everyone at each others throats. Dominic had known it would come to all out war one day. Thats why hed left in the first place, but there was no avoiding it now. Using the remote on the visor to open up the north gate, he drove on in and circled around where he could see the gardeners working. He waved to them before reaching the back courtyard. The lineup of cars revealed the family had assembled en masse.

As he levered himself from the car, twenty-year old Keyley came running over to him, her long black hair waving like a pennant. They both had their fathers coloring. Her wolfhound Samson wasnt far behind. Happy birthday to my favorite person. I love you too. They hugged. Biased or not, he was proud of his sister for handling the tension as well as she did. In shorts and top he could see shed turned into a tall, graceful woman with their mother Noras attractive features. You hardly ever come out here. I miss you so much, Dom. Same here. Despite the thirteen year age difference, theyd always been close. He studied her for a minute before putting voice to an idea that had been percolating for quite a while. How would you like to do something about it? She smoothed some strands away from her face. What do you mean? One of my townhouses in Cork has gone vacant. Would you be interested in moving in to keep an eye on it? Wed see a lot more of each other that way. He heard her sharp intake of breath. For how long? For as long as youre in college. The blue of her eyes intensified. Id give anything, she whispered, but father would never approve. Dominic rubbed his thumb absently along his lower lip. He might. Its much closer to Cork College. You wouldnt have to be driven from Castleross every day. If you had a roommate and I promised to keep a constant check on you, I think he could be persuaded. She grabbed his forearm. Saras been begging me to stay in the dorm with her near the campus, so I know if I asked her, shed move in with me in an instant.

Ill broach the subject over lunch. Innis Ross looked on his daughter as one of his possessions, never letting her drift where he couldnt see her. As far as Dominic was concerned it was past time his sweet sister got out before her soul became cankered by the malevolent forces dominating the Ross household. It would be good for his mother too. Nora adored Keyley, her baby whod come into the world when theyd thought they couldnt have any more children. If his sister were living in Cork, his mother would get out more often to visit her, providing her an escape from their mercenary Aunt Sybil and the stifling confines of Rossmont castle. It might be an oxymoron in terms, but Dominic wasnt thinking of his ancestral home in the physical sense. Samson rubbed his head against Dominics leg, wanting attention. After giving him a good scratch behind his ears, the three of them entered the house. Everyones in the drawing room. Well look whos here. Thirty-one year old Rian had just stepped into the hallway. How nice of you to honor us with your presence. Rian Keyley cried softly. Please dont start up. Its Doms birthday. He glanced at his watch. The guest of honor is a half hour late. Dominic imagined his brown-haired brother had already enjoyed one drink too many from the huntboard. Im afraid it couldnt be helped. Im sorry. He shrugged his shoulders that were broad like their fathers, but he wasnt as tall as him or Dominic who stood six foot three.

Sean, an even six feet with a slighter build and hair not quite black, wandered into the hallway. So this is where everybody is! His thirty-year old brother stood there with glass in hand. Its good to see you, Sean. Let the celebrating begin. Come on, Dom, Keyley whispered. She looped her arm through his and they made their way into the drawing room where his sisters-in-law were talking on one of the brocade couches. They stopped when he walked over to kiss them. How are you Doreen? Butter wouldnt melt in her mouth. Im fine. Happy birthday, Caitlin offered. It would do as an olive branch of sorts. Thank you. Happy birthday, Uncle Dom! Dominics five nieces and nephews were still too little to do more than jump up and down while they hugged him. After hed tousled their hair he said, Wheres your grandmother? Im right here, darling. He turned to see his mother rush into the room from the dining room where he glimpsed several gaily-wrapped packages in the middle of the table. Her stylishly cut brown hair gave her a youthful appearance. The white outfit she wore to play tennis suited her slender figure. He gave her a hug. Thank you for going to all this trouble for me. As if I wouldnt. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him. I hope youre hungry. The cook has fixed your favorite meal.

Ill drop by the kitchen later and thank her. His brothers sauntered in the room with Innis who wore shorts and a sport shirt. Dom, my boy, he called to him. Father. This is a great day. He clapped him on the shoulder. I was just about to call and find out what was keeping you. I came as soon as I could. Dominics family didnt know about his disease. Until the time arrived when it became too obvious to hide, he had no intention of burdening his mother or Keyley. I havent had any news from Teddy yet, Innis said in an aside. Dominic wished his father wouldnt bring it up in front of his brothers who watched the two of them like buzzards circling for their turn of the pickings. Lets go in, his mother suggested, no doubt sensing trouble already. Dominic needed little urging and found his place next to Keyley who sat on their fathers left at the far end of the table. As soon as they were served, Rians gaze narrowed on Dominic. How come you didnt show up for Father Mikes funeral? I was in Capetown on business and didnt get back until last night. Sean didnt waste a second diving in. I didnt know you could practice law there. Not law, Innis cut in on his sons attempt at sarcasm. Dominic has gold investments that are already making him a fortune. And with his own hard earned money

too, he announced with enough fatherly pride to annihilate his brothers and further ignite their antipathy. Sean and Rian didnt dare venture from home. They stayed close to guard their own and though they always went to mass, they didnt believe the mumbo jumbo either. Deep down they resented the fact that Dominic had taken off years before and didnt have to pay homage. Judging from the pained look on his mothers face, it was time to change the subject. Father? I need a favor. Do you think I could borrow Keyley for a time? Everyones eyes swerved to him in surprise. I need someone I can trust to stay in one of my townhouses and manage them for me while Im flying back and forth from Capetown. This is a busy season for me. Ill be checking in with her all the time. In fact Ill probably start dropping by for breakfast when possible. Shes like you, father, and can easily take charge and still handle a full load at college. Dominic threw in that last part, not only because it was true, but because everyone needed credit once in a while, even Innis Ross. Innis darted his daughter a curious glance. Youd like that? She nodded. Itll be a good way for her to start managing money. The magic word. Im thinking Sara could room with her, Dominic added.

Saras been wanting you to room with her, Nora chimed in. His mother sounded like she was in favor of the idea. Since she rarely ventured an opinion in front of everyone, this was an added plus. His father gave a nod to his daughter. Its all right as long as youre not there alone. His glance flicked back to Dominic. How soon do you need her? Dominic could feel her hand on his arm beneath the table. I thought Id help her move in later today. Strike while the irons hot. Shes got Samson to guard her until she can make arrangements with Sara. Thats fine then. Keyley squeezed so hard her nails had probably drawn blood. Dominic? his mother said, its time to open your presents. Mine isnt here. Inniss cryptic announcement drew Dominics gaze. Come down to the bank one of these days when youve got the time and Ill give it to you. With those words, intense excitement quickened Dominics body because he knew what they meant.

CHAPTER FIVE

Bellaghy, Derry, Ireland

Teddy had never been inside a manor house as grand as William Thomsons. He had to clear his throat several times trying to appear confident in front of the aristocratic old man in the wheelchair. Brad on the other hand appeared perfectly at ease and introduced himself as Michael Chatterton. In an aside he told Teddy it was best to keep his career as a professor separate from his documents dealer career, much the same as a writer who used a pen name. Like Georges Sand for example. It made sense to Teddy who envied Brads ability to mix with anyone from any background. After arranging this meeting for him, he hoped nothing would go wrong. A commission was riding on the sale of the drawings. For once Fiona didnt mind his being away up north, not when shed bought two new chairs with the retainer money and had more plans to redecorate. Mr. Thomsons eyes scrutinized Teddy. Youre convinced these drawings are authentic? Yes, Sir. Mr. Chatterton is a renown expert in his country.

The old mans body relaxed. Well, I must say this is a find I never expected to fall into my hands. Brad smiled. Anything to do with The Great Seal sparks excitement among collectors. Be assured that if you decide to buy the full set of drawings, youll own a great treasure your family will prize down through the ages. As I told Mr. Reynolds, its better not to split them up. Theyre much more valuable sold together. Mr. Thomson nodded. These are notarized declarations of authenticity by two other leading experts in the field of American historical documents. Ill leave them with you. Brad handed him the papers. Youre welcome to contact them by e-mail. Take all the time you want before making a decision. No, Teddy moaned as Brad got up to leave. Ill be back in Ireland in a few weeks. If youve made up your mind by then and want to purchase the set, we can arrange the transaction through your banker. Just a minute young man. He lifted a gnarled finger. You say you paid $20,000.00 American dollars for it? Thats right. Teddy held his breath. Ill pay 25,000 pounds sterling. He started doing the math and had been hoping for thirty. He doubted his own commission would be much more than 500 pounds. Teddy had no idea what figure Brad had been hoping for, but he looked pleased. Sir? We have a deal. The two men shook hands.

Ill write you a check you can take to my bank. Just a minute. He rang the bell for the maid and soon their business had been transacted. They left the old man studying the drawings through his bifocals. The maid showed them out. It didnt take long to reach the bank. If youll wait in the car, Ill be right back. Do you want to stop at a pub after? Brad looked hopeful. I could do with a pint when we reach Dublin, Teddy murmured. That sounds good to me. Teddy watched him disappear into the bank. He envied the other man who, like Teddy, had started out as a genealogist, then a professor. Now he was making big money as a documents dealer too. He dressed smart. Teddy wondered what Fiona would say if he walked in the house wearing a pink shirt like Brads. Of course you had to have the right suit to go with it. Some men just knew how to do it. Fiona had expectations. Until recently he hadnt been able to meet them. What if he failed Mr. Ross and his son? Being around Dominic Ross had caused Teddy to covet things. Dominic was an educated gentleman to be sure, but he had a fierce edge if crossed. Combined with a stunning sense of honor, Teddy didnt know what to make of him. Yet he envied everything about the man. Though Dominic Ross had been born to a life of unimagined wealth and luxury, he was his own person whod established one of the most respected law firms in Southern Ireland. How would it feel to know that everything you touched turned to gold?

Not true for Teddy, but he owed Brad Cahill a debt of gratitude for giving him an opportunity to make a little money on the side. The problem was, Teddy couldnt abide the thought of going back to the struggle of making ends meet because Innis Ross no longer retained him. So far Teddy only had a few leads on Cillian Ross. They seemed like good ones. However, at this juncture he decided hed better look to the side his bread was buttered on and act on any leads Brad gave him. Thank you, Teddy. Brad had returned to the car without Teddy being aware of it. He handed him a white envelope which Teddy put in his suit jacket pocket without looking. The last thing he wanted to do was appear hungry. By the time he walked in his house later in the day full of stout, the unknown contents of the envelope had burned a hole through to his chest. His wife came running before hed dared peek at it. Dont get excited, Fiona, he said to prepare her. Here. Let me see. She took the envelope and looked inside. Her eyes lit up. What are you going on about? Two thousand pounds Oh Teddy! She threw her arms around him. He couldnt believe his good fortune. When she let go of him, he counted the bills to be certain she hadnt made a mistake. But no, the money was there. So were half a dozen of Brads business cards with Michael Chattertons name printed on them. They were his way of telling Teddy there could be more commissions like this with Teddys cooperation. Kind of like they were partners. He started to laugh and swung Fiona around till she begged him to stop.

CHAPTER SIX

Costa Mesa, California

Im glad I was able to help. All the information is on disk. Come by for it any time today, Mr. Tyler. Jordana hung up the phone. As she turned back to her computer Jeff Hopkins walked in the door. Hi, Jeff! How are you? The girls had gone out on their lunch break. Jordana was covering until one of them returned. He walked over to the counter. Im doing better than expected. She smiled. So am I. Mr. Tyler owed them a nice sum of money. There was hope of getting her bills paid down. Does that mean youve met someone else I hope? No. She pushed herself away from her desk and moved to the counter. Ive decided I like single life much better. He looked uncomfortable. You dont really mean that. I do actually. Not all of us are as lucky as your wife who has a trustworthy spouse like you.

Contrary to opinion, one bad apple does not spoil the whole barrel. Im sure thats true since you and my father are living proof. Hey-- theres a whole army of us out there. I know. I bet you do. Youre a real knockout you know, but youve become picky. She realized he was teasing to get her to lighten up. She wished she could. What can I do for you today? He reached inside his briefcase and pulled out a sheet. Will you research this name for me? Anyone you can find still living with that name anywhere in Ireland. Ireland again. Theres no hurry on it. I also want to give you this. He handed her his company check made out to Orange Coast Genealogy Firm for $1800.00. Thats for doing such a great job finding those Thomson names. As Brad once told Jordana, an historical documents dealer had the potential to find the proverbial pot of gold if he was patient. Thats why he did it on top of his teaching assignments. She guessed Jeff lived in hope too. Certainly he appeared to be doing well right now. Her eyes lifted to his. Youve made my day. For that well get busy on this new research right away. Ill phone you when its done. Thanks, Jordana. She held up his check. Thank you. Once he left, she put the money in her purse. When she left for lunch, shed stop at the bank and make the deposit.

The rest of the days work was cut out for her, but her natural curiosity prompted her to look at the paper hed given her. Godwin Swift. Hmm. This was really Gingers department, but Jordana could get things started, then hand it over to her when her friend came in from lunch. She sat down at her computer and ran the most recent census search for heads of households in Ireland. When she couldnt find a match, she went back in time. The name eventually popped up in an 1850 report. After running a trace, she found an extract on the man. The Swift family, however, was a very large one, and Godwin Swift undertook the education of the posthumous child. Jonathan Swift was on affectionate terms with many members of his family, but of his Uncle Godwin he always spoke with bitterness. Jonathon Swift, the great poet? He considered him hard, penurious, and grudging in his favours, and he even accused him of having given him the "education of a dog." Whatever measure of truth there may be in this description, it is impossible to say, but it is certain that Swift received the best education Ireland could afford. He was sent when only six years old to Kilkenny Grammar School, which was then probably the most famous in Ireland. This was a fascinating account, but Jordana had other projects waiting and there could be dozens of other Godwin Swifts who werent listed as head of household. She printed out what shed found and put it on Gingers desk. Her friend would have the enormous task of sorting it all out. She heard the front door open again. Hello, young woman.

An old man maybe even early nineties walked slowly to the counter carrying a large genealogical binder. He set it down and adjusted his bifocals before looking at her. My name is Arthur Bollinger. How do you do, Mr. Bollinger. Im Jordana Hall. My grandson drove me over here. Ive been working on my Driggs line. They settled in Phoenix, Arizona, but I cant get them back across the water to Holland. I wonder if you can help me. I think I know your problem already. Is that so. Yes. She smiled because he reminded her of her deceased grandfather Milton. The original family name was DeRaet, but it was hard to pronounce or spell, so they changed it to Driggs when they came to America. He stared at her. How do you know that? Because there are some Driggs in my family line. Then were probably related. She smiled. Ill write it down for you and you can have the time of your life connecting up your family. Would you like me to order the microfilm so you can read it here? Indeed I would. How long will it take? Ill put in the request today. We should have it here day after tomorrow. If youll leave your phone number, Ill call you as soon as it comes in.

He reached in his back pocket for his wallet and pulled out a ten-dollar bill. This is for being so smart. I didnt think a girl as young and pretty as you would be able to help me. He handed it to her. Ill pay the fee when I come back. Please keep your money. She tried to give it back but he wouldnt take it. Im not getting any younger, so the faster I can get this work done, the gladder Im going to be! Ill expect your call. After he left, she stared at the bill through blurry eyes. Smart, young and pretty made her sound alive. Between his comments and Jeffs, the day had turned out to be an emotional one.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Galway, Ireland

Brad? When are you going to stop working and come to bed? Ill be there in a minute, Mona. I just have one more e-mail to send out. Thats what you always say. I thought when you divorced her, we were going to talk about getting married. Since you came over for the summer, between the students and your little trips I hardly get to talk to you anymore. Tonights our last night together. I dont even know when Im going to see you again. Im sorry youre upset, Mona. I promise I wont do any more work tonight. You really promise? Yes, he murmured absently. Im planning to fly over again during my Thanksgiving weekend. Well talk about marriage then. Im going to hold you to that, Brad. You have my permission.

She threw a pillow at him. Mona was becoming more unmanageable. Now he had to start the message over again. Senor Reynolds, my name is Maria Gonzales. I send you this to tell you Padre Munoz passed away last week. I am one of sisters to attend him. Before he die he say to send this information to you. From the ships record of passengers on the Marlowe sailing to Cork from New York, July 10, 1835. Ceallach Ross, father, Blanche Driscoll, wife. Son, Michael. He made a click of the mouse and his message to Teddy was sent. Now it was time to placate Mona. The next morning he put her on a plane to Cork, then saw his students off to the States. Free once more, he took an early afternoon flight to Cork. Rossmont Financial Corporation of Ireland, please, he told the taxi driver. Ten minutes later he alighted from the car and entered the building that housed the inner workings of the Ross empire. Once hed passed through a security check and metal detector, he approached the man seated at the desk of the opulent foyer. Im here to see Mr. Rian Ross. Do you have an appointment? No, but Im sure hell see me. My name is Michael Chatterton. I deal in historical documents. Tell him Ive come to talk to him about a set of books that has been in his familys possession. Remind him they were the ones published in the 1800s by Henry R. Gohn, York Street, Covent Garden, London. Ive written it down here on the back of my business card.

The receptionist picked up the phone and made a call. Brad had to wait a couple of minutes before the man hung up. His secretary said to go up to the second floor. Take that elevator on the left. Thank you. He reached for the business card sitting in front of the receptionist and put it back in his pocket. A minute later he arrived on the next floor. The sign to the right of the double doors read Rian Ross, Specialist in benchmark-driven structured portfolios. Inside the suite a middle-aged female secretary greeted him. Youre Mr. Chatterton? Yes? Mr. Ross says for you to go on in. She indicated the doors to her left. He smiled before entering the mans office. At first glance Rian Ross didnt look to be any older than Brad. In fact he was probably younger. Nepotism was the only reason he had this kind of cushy job. The second born of Mr. Innis Ross regarded him with suspicious eyes. Sit down, Mr. Chatterton. Brad took a seat in front of his desk and handed him the business card from his pocket. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. Im on my way back to the States, but wanted to fit in this visit before leaving for the airport. Since I realize how busy you are, Ill get straight to the point There are several parties, namely certain individuals from the Sorbonne and the University of Mexico who are extremely interested in purchasing your familys set of

books. Depending on the condition of them, were probably talking several million pounds sterling. Maybe more. Rian Ross sat forward, his condescending expression gone. How do you know about those books? Ive been dealing in rare documents and books for close to a score of years. Id be a failure at my business if I didnt have my finger on the now extinct publishers throughout the world who printed the great works of old. Brad could hear his mind working. Who else in my family have you approached? Youre the first. I would have dropped in on your older brother Dominic, but I understand he has broken with your family. Youre the obvious one to talk to since youll be the Ninth Earl of Rossmont when your father passes away. I prefer dealing with the powers that be, so to speak. He smiled as he said it. The mans compact body relaxed and he smiled back. How soon could a meeting be arranged with these potential buyers? Thats your call, Mr. Ross. You have my card with my e-mail. When youre ready to do business, Ill set up two different meetings at your discretion. He cocked his dark head. Whats your cut? Twenty-five percent. Thats non negotiable, he added before getting to his feet. Thank you for giving me your time. Ill see myself out. Once he left the building he walked to the corner and got into another taxi. He checked his watch. There was still time for a pint of stout before he had to be at the airport. Drive me to the Angus Arms, please.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Cork, Ireland

After the disappointing scene with his father and Teddy, Dominic left Castleross in a dark funk. By the time he reached Cork he couldnt bear the thought of his own company and headed for the townhouse where his sister always welcomed him. After knocking, he opened the front door. Keyley? Dom! The excitement in her voice helped dispel some of the blackness of his thoughts. He walked down the hall to the living room where he discovered her on the floor with a textbook. Samson had sprawled next to her chewing on some doggie treats. Im so glad you came over! she cried, then stared at him with concern. Whats wrong? You look upset. There wasnt much he could hide from his intuitive sister. Is Sara here?

No. Shes gone out with her Friday night crowd, thank goodness. Ive got a huge exam on Monday and study better when shes not around. That was the only good news in a nightmarish day. Sara had been her childhood friend, but since shed grown up she had the irritating habit of flirting with him whenever he came by. Her behavior was over the top and had become so annoying to both Keyley and him, he was on the verge of telling her shed have to move out. Poor Keyley was too soft and didnt have the heart to ask her to leave, but Dominic had no such compunction. He lowered his briefcase to the floor. Ive just come from the house where father and I met with Teddy Reynolds. After telling us a few weeks ago he was sure hed found the right Cillian Ross, he did some further research and discovered it was a Cillian spelled Ceallach Ross from Rosscarbury. Oh no! Oh yes, so were back where we started and Teddy doesnt have another rabbit to pull from the hat. She shuddered. Lets pray Uncle Logan doesnt hear about this. Dominic grimaced. Dont worry. We were locked up in fathers den. He started pacing. Father and I were so sure this Cillian was our Cillian Ross. You realize we only have until February before the next court hearing. Teddy promised to get more searches started, but frankly Im not holding out much hope where hes concerned. Could you ask the judge to give you a little more time? He paused mid-stride. I can try. Its possible that out of respect for fathers standing in the county, we could buy ourselves a few more months, but even then there

might be no results. Uncle Logan will win the case that will break up the trust and allow all the money to be divided up. As if the Ross family needs any more, he ground out. Whats the legal precedent for the judge doing anything? Dominic couldnt help smiling. Nothing would please him more if she decided to go into law. He would welcome her into his firm with open arms. Since this is a complicated situation falling under the business of the Prince of Wales, there isnt one. Its a matter of presenting a strong enough argument to convince the judge the money can be put to better use. No one has ever tried. Not until Uncle Logan decided to hire Niall Farron to get at it. Is it a lot of money? He nodded. A lot. She let out a troubled sigh. I hate to think our own brothers are on Uncle Logans side. Even mother is leaning their way, she said in a quiet voice, at least that was how it sounded to me when we went to lunch the other day. Thats no surprise. Their brothers held little else sacred. As for their mother, hed like to think it was because she wanted the fighting to be over and done with. However, he didnt know if he could give her that much credit. His Aunt Sybil had a certain amount of influence over Dominics mother, always making her feel guilty for something. It came from living together under one roof, even if that roof was the sprawling Rossmont castle. Dont let it happen! Keyley got up off the floor to sit by him. There couldnt be very many Cillian Rosses, could there?

There are a few. Unfortunately the one Teddy found from that ships passenger list wasnt it. Father told him to get all the help he needs to do more searches. Dom? Why do you care so much? He eyed her for a long time. Because as far as Im concerned, Cillian Ross was the only member of the Ross clan who did something important with his life. One day the world is going to know just how important. Since Im a rebel too, Im afraid I identify with him. He gritted his teeth. The fight has become personal. I have to keep searching. Then do it, she cried. You need to hurry and hire someone else to help you. He sat back against the cushion. Teddy is supposed to be the best genealogist in Ireland. This evening he promised to add more people to his team. Theyre all working full-time for father. How would you like to use me? Assign me a job and Ill do it. You already help by letting me think out loud. Ive got an idea. What? Im open to any suggestions. Wellmy history professor told us we cant use just one source to write our term paper on Wellingtons defeat. We have to go to at least twenty different sources which include versions from the Turks, Russians, Spanish, French and Austrians. So, why dont you retain some genealogists from outside Ireland? Teddy has done that through his contacts. This last one was a Catholic priest in Mexico, but he died before Teddy could get any more help from him.

Obviously Teddy hasnt hired the right people. Maybe you should hunt down more genealogists yourself, even if he wouldnt like you paying anyone else. Her shrewd analysis amused him. Im sure youre right. Technically its our father whos paying Teddys bill. Thats even better. Use your own money to retain someone else and dont tell Teddy anything. He wouldnt have to know, would he? Why dont you find some experts through the Internet and see what happens? Ill help. Dominic clapped his eyes on her. I knew there was a reason I came by here first! After he got up from the couch, he gave her a hug. Im going home and get started. Call me if you need me. He pecked her cheek. Ill do better than that. I have to fly to Capetown next Wednesday on business, and will come back Sunday. Since its your fall break next Thursday and Friday, why dont you and Samson come with me and well brainstorm some more. You mean it? Wed love it! She threw her arms around Dominic. Good. He gave her a bear hug. Ill call you in a couple of days to make final arrangements. On the way back to his house he went over their conversation in his mind. Her suggestion reminded him he ought to be taking the kind of advice hed stuffed down the throats of his rugby team when he was captain and they won the national title.

You have to shoot, move and communicate under enemy fire. Somebody may be kicking the ball to you, and you have to think of all your options and kick and advance while three guys from the other team are screaming down on you. Once ensconced in his study, he worked until midnight sending e-mails across the Atlantic. Teddy didnt need to know Dominic was putting other professionals onto his quest. At this point desperate measures were called for. Keyleys idea was inspirational. Dominic believed Cillian had descendants who were alive. The log in the prison held the definitive record that Cillian Ross had asked to see his son before he died. It was more than possible that child had grown to adulthood and had children who also had children. Were any of them curious about their origins? Not all people had a strong urge to trace their roots. What if Dominics position was reversed and he didnt have any idea of his ancestry? Would he have wanted to find out where hed come from? Who his people were? Would he have paid hard-earned money for a search? But even as he asked himself the questions, he knew the answer in his gut. He would have been one person who refused to let anything stand in his way until hed discovered the truth. Like his ancestor, Dominic had always been driven toward a far horizon that managed to elude him.

CHAPTER NINE

Costa Mesa, California

Jordana checked her watch. Nine p.m. She looked at her parents. Its been wonderful, but now Ive got to go. So soon, honey? Her dad didnt sound happy. Ive been here all Thanksgiving weekend. Tomorrows a work day. His hazel eyes continued to study her with a sober expression. Do you ever play anymore? She pasted on a smile. At my age you have to have someone to play with. How come you didnt go sailing with your brother and Alex yesterday? he persisted. John Her mother gave her dad a warning nudge.

Its all right, you two. I know youre worried about me, but Im not ready for anything like that. Alex Pappas only lived a few miles away in Huntington Beach. He and her older brother Rick worked there at the same engineering firm. Rick had invited him to Newport for the weekend. During Thanksgiving dinner Jordana conceded it was possible that Alex might be interested in her, but she was numb inside. Thats because you havent met the right man, her mom murmured. I thought I had-- she blurted. Ive done the whole temple marriage bit and it didnt work. Only nine months into it and it failed. Brad had problems from childhood no one could have foreseen, but you have to keep trying until you meet the man meant for you, honey. My ex was supposed to be meant for me, Dad. The truth is I dont plan to look for another man. A pained look crossed over his face. Lets have family prayer before you go. Id like to say it. Jordana nodded. The three of them got down on their knees in the living room where theyd been talking since church. How many thousands of times had he called their family to prayer throughout their lives? There was only one thing wrong with this picture. Jordana should have been home with Brad in their condo where they should have been taking turns saying their own family prayer. Unfortunately that practice had ended soon after their marriage. He suddenly turned into a different person than the returned missionary from Spain whod pursued her.

Before long he argued that they couldnt afford to pay their tithing. Little by little his travel plans through the university prevented him from getting to all his Church meetings with her, let alone going to the temple. Those were only some of the outward signs of their crumbling union. When he did seek her out, it was to ask her help on some research he was doing. The one red flag that cut like a knife was his dying interest in her physically. Wasnt it the woman who was supposed to have the headache or be too tired? When they said amen she got to her feet and brushed the tears from her cheeks before hugging her father. Thanks, Dad. I needed that. She did, even if she hadnt heard all the words. We all needed it. Her mom put an arm around her shoulders and walked her to the front door. Ill come by your work on Wednesday and well go shopping. Id like that. She kissed her parents again. Thanks again for a terrific Thanksgiving. Oh, I almost forgot. Her mother dashed to the kitchen, then came back with a large brown grocery sack. She handed it to Jordana. The girls are going to love all this food, Mom. Your pumpkin pie and rolls are to die for. Now I really need to go. Dont be a stranger, her dad called after her. I promise. She blew them one more kiss before hurrying out in the dark to her car.

Her parents lived in Newport Beach. Thirty minutes later she reached Costa Mesa and pulled into the driveway of the small ranch-styled house. It served as a business and home for her and her colleagues, Ginger and Shelby. The house had been Shelbys and her husbands before hed been killed in a car accident. At the moment Jordana and Ginger were living with her. Now after two and a half years of hard work, the Orange Coast Genealogy Firm, their brainchild, was starting to make a modest profit. But it had been slow going. Hi, Ginger! Jordana shut the front door of the house whose front room had been converted into an office. They had six readers lined up against the walls. When did you get back from Long Beach? About two minutes ago. My mom sent food with me too. If Shelby shows up arms laden, we wont have to go to the grocery store for a week! Thatll be a first. What did you bring? A small turkey mom cooked for extra, along with gravy and sweet potatoes. Perfect. I have rolls and pumpkin pie. Jordana walked through to the kitchen to put the food away, then made a beeline for her computer in their office. Her thoughts shot ahead to the projects she was working on. After putting out a ton of e-mail requests in the last two weeks she was hoping for some good responses. Over the last four days there would be a lot of e-mails. Though she might have been celebrating the Thanksgiving weekend in the States, everywhere else in the world it was business as usual. Like Jordana, most genealogists were workaholics with laptops or home computers.

She didnt work on Sundays, but in preparation for tomorrow she booted up her computer to see what had come in. While she waited, she listened to the messages on her answering machine. Jordana? Its Ben. I guess youve already left for your parents. Hope you have a great Thanksgiving. Keep next Saturday night open. Well take in a concert. Ill phone you later. After the first time shed turned him down, shed hoped he would have realized she wasnt interested in him. He belonged to a student ward, but had happened to attend her ward with a friend. Nice as he seemed to be, she couldnt tolerate the idea of being with another man. Not yet. Maybe never. The next message came on. Hi. Its Randall Ferris from GrayCo Backup Systems. Just wanted to thank your firm again for using GrayCo to store your computers information. Im your liaison for any questions or problems. In case of an emergency, Im available on a twenty-four hour basis. Dont hesitate to phone me anytime. Thats what Im here for. Because of GrayCo, she and her colleagues slept better nights. She couldnt imagine anything worse than some catastrophe happening, like an earthquake that would cause their firm to lose all their genealogical data. At least GrayCo didnt charge the kind of fee doctors had to pay for malpractice insurance. Randall Ferris is interested in you too, Jordana. Why else would he phone you specifically over the holiday? I wish he hadnt. Will you send him an e-mail tomorrow letting him know were aware he called?

Discovering firsthand that her husband of nine months had been unfaithful to her both before and after their temple marriage, Jordana would never trust her own judgment again. When Brad had betrayed her, it felt like hed murdered her soul. After a brief silence Ginger said, Sure. The third message came on. Hi, Jordana. Its Anna. Ive sent you the fax you requested. Its got the information I took from the latest batch of Guatemalan microfilm. Someone else had first dubs on it, so I couldnt get into it until last Monday. Hope its what you were looking for. Im also sending some new business your way because were backed up to the gills over here. Its embarrassing to admit that the society received this persons e-mail a month ago and no one has been able to respond to it yet. Ive forwarded it to you since you told me you would take any extra business thrown your way. Anna was an angel. Under her tutelage at the Los Angeles Genealogical Society four years earlier, Jordana and the girls had been well trained. After a time they decided to form a genealogy business of their own. So far they all loved it and couldnt imagine doing anything else. Thank heaven for work, the panacea that was saving her life. Lets do lunch at Riveras next week. Definitely. There were two more phone messages from sales people. Jordana deleted everything, then opened the e-mail Anna had forwarded. To whom it may concern: I found your genealogical society address on the Internet and am anxious to talk to anyone with a knowledge of Mexican vital records

dating from 1824 to 1838. Its crucial that I get help right away. Ill pay you triple for your time. Please call me collect at either number. I dont care if its the middle of the night. If you reach my office during working hours, tell my secretary who you are and shell put you through immediately. Sincerely yours, Dominic Ross, Solicitor, Cork, Ireland. The mention of Cork elicited a memory she wished she could obliterate from consciousness, but the mans willingness to pay triple for her time sounded good. She needed help with her financial situation that was beginning to improve slowly. A glance at her watch told her it was ten oclock here, which meant it was six a.m. Monday morning in Cork. As soon as she looked through the rest of her e-mails, shed give the man a ring. By now hed probably found someone else, but in this business you never assumed anything. Jordana scanned her e-mails. It looked like there was a reply to her request for Cuban addresses and a reply from the Argentina Cemetery Index. Excellent. She kept scrolling down. Oh good! What? Ginger asked. She was checking her e-mails too. This could be the information Jeff Hopkins asked me to find several weeks ago. I put a rush on it. Business must be booming for historical document dealers. Hes sent us a lot of work over the last year.

Thats because he feels terrible about what Brad did to me. Brad and I wouldnt have met if Jeff hadnt sent him to me for help in tracing a line. I think he feels guilty about it which is ridiculous, but I have to admit I appreciate his loyalty to me. So do I. What was it he wanted you to research? A birth or baptism date on the son of an Irish nobleman believed to have been born in Mexico City. No doubt hes trying to authenticate something important. Oh yes. Now I remember. What does it say? The Spanish e-mail had come from the main Catholic Diocese in Mexicos Distrito Federal. Jordana opened it and read the information. This could be what he wants, Ginger. The name, the place, the gender, the datethey all jive. While Ive got you here, how do you pronounce the name C-i-l-l-i-a-n? Keel-yan. It means war. Theres a variant of it too. Ceallach, pronounced keel-yok. Youre brilliant, she murmured. Tomorrow shed send a reply thanking them. While she was at it, she would ask if they wouldnt mind running another search substituting the name Ceallach Ross in the place of Cillian. It was a long shot, but in case this latest information didnt turn out to be what Jeff was looking for, then it didnt hurt to keep the search going. Thats about ten bingos in a row for you, Jordana. When Jeff walked out of here last time, I heard him say thered be a big bonus in it for us if you found what he wanted. Please let it be true.

Jordana had come to her marriage debt free. To be legally separated from Brad Cahill so soon after had strapped her with financial obligations she would never have foreseen. Money worries on top of her emotional agony had plunged her into a dark pit. Shed been working overtime to pay off her two credit cards faster. Theyd signed a years lease, but their marriage hadnt lasted that long. Shed lived there alone until the lease was up a year ago and had cried herself to sleep many nights over her shattered dreams. At that point Shelby had insisted she move back with them. To be fair and do her part, she gave Shelby the first and last months rent which wiped out the rest of her savings. Some of it had gone to buy new furniture for the condo after she and Brad were married. The other part paid for a round trip ticket to Ireland near the end of their marriage to surprise her husband and try to fix what was wrong. She shouldnt have been shocked at what she found when she went to his hotel room. The signs had been there from the beginning, but like a fool shed chosen not to see them. Shelby walked in the front door carrying a box. Hi, guys! Jordana looked up. What did your mom send with you? We went to my grandmothers in Pasadena. She fixed enough food for an army. Ill put it away, then Im going to bed. I dont know why but Im exhausted. Im going now too. Its been a long day. Ginger shut off her computer. Goodnight, you guys, Jordana murmured. I have a phone call to make, then lll close up and turn out the lights. Famous last words, Ginger said before their footsteps faded.

Since Jordanas divorce the girls had accused her of being a workaholic, but they understood her concerns. Any additional money she could make meant shed be out of debt sooner. She wanted every reminder of her disastrous marriage put behind her. Infidelity was a word shed heard all her life, but when it had happened to her, the veil of idealism and bright hopes had been torn away. Lehis dream of the mists of darkness had become very real to her. She was literally moving through them, holding on to that intangible iron rod because she couldnt see her way clearly. To walk in faith had taken on brand new meaning.

CHAPTER TEN

Cork, Ireland

The rough water filled Dominic with a sense of exhilaration, but when he saw the shelf clouds with the dark sky behind them he turned to Pete. Wed better head back. The white caps are getting bigger. Thats a mean wind picking up. Pete stood at the other end of Dominics sailboat bracing himself on his rugby legs. A broad grin stretched across his face. Ah. Its just a little disturbance further out to sea. Jenny might get worried. He shook his head with its cap of coppery red hair. She and Petey went to her mothers. Theyre out shopping. Dominic flashed him a smile. If youre sure! he shouted as a swell lifted them on top of a curl. When the plunge came, burying them in salt spray, they welcomed the challenge and spent the next half hour catching the wind in the sail, defying the elements.

It was on afternoons like this that Dominic was thankful for his best friend whod been the constant in his life. Together theyd helped bring stability to each others lives. In Dominics case, whether it was the ongoing struggle with his family or his failed relationships with women, Pete was always there. Since Dominics breakup with Marion last spring, she hadnt left him alone. The attractive Realtor displayed a needy side he hadnt seen at first. She wanted marriage and showed too great an interest in his familys money. That issue alone spelled sudden death for Dominic. Thank heaven he hadnt lived with her. Two years ago hed made that mistake with Neasa who was an intelligent business woman. They had fun together, but after they settled down to a routine he discovered she wanted to have fun all the time. The depth of soul hed been looking for wasnt there. Those elements that might have driven him to marry her were missing. When he moved out four months later, she threatened him with suicide. He ignored her threats because she was too selfish to do away with herself. A month later she phoned him before six in the morning demanding he have drinks with her after he left his law firm later in the day. If he refused, she would go to the tabloids and let them know she was expecting the next Earl of Rossmont. Since he knew that wasnt possible he told her to go ahead and do her worst. A week later the headlines in the local Cork paper revealed shed done her worst. It was an uncomfortable nine-day wonder, but with Petes support he weathered it and her extortion tactics didnt work.

When he told Pete he was a lucky man to have found Jenny, his friend gripped his shoulder. Your background is a curse and a blessing. Im afraid youre going to have a harder time finding the woman who knows the way to your heart, but shes out there somewhere, buddy. A series of waves slapped the side of the sailboat, knocking it about. Dominic realized the squall was almost upon them. A good sailor knew when to head to shore. Galvanized into action he shouted, Were going back! . Pete signaled that he understood. Suddenly the boom swung around out of control, knocking Pete into the roiling ocean. With his adrenalin surging, Dominic lunged for the side and reached into the dark water to pull him out. To his horror he realized Pete was unconscious. Come on, Pete! Help me! Wake up! Dominic had the tall, powerful body of an athletes athlete. Garnering all his strength he grabbed hold of Petes arms to haul him in the boat. But in that nightmarish moment his hands lost their strength and a huge wave carried Petes body further away. The shock of what happened made his heart fail. Without hesitation he dove over the side and swam through the white caps toward him. Pete His friends eyelids fluttered in a deathly pale face where he could see blood gushing from his temple. Tell Jenny You can tell her yourself! Dominic shouted. Hold on, man! The nightmare continued because his hands refused to function. He couldnt get a grip on Pete. In absolute panic he cried, Put your arms around my neck!

Cant! Love you, buddy. The last was garbled before he disappeared into the churning sea. Pete Dont leave me he screamed. Please God Blackness enveloped him. His ears began to ring until he thought his head would explode. Pete. He sobbed in despair. The ringing continued. Through the din-filled haze Dominic realized it was the sound of his cell phone. He discovered himself lying in a pool of his own sweat. His tears had sopped his pillow causing his overly long black hair to mat. The ringing of the phone brought him fully awake. Was it Jenny? Afraid something could be wrong with Petey he quickly reached for it, but the caller ID remained blank. He could rule out his family or the handful of overseas clients who had his cell number. The rest knew to call his law firm and leave a message with his secretary Liz. Maybe it was a wrong number, but he answered anyway. Dominic Ross here. Mr. Ross? My name is Jordana Hall. Im calling from the Orange Coast Genealogy Firm in Costa Mesa, California. His head reared. After the ghastly nightmare that was still upon him, he had trouble concentrating. Orange Coast? That wasnt one of the firms hed contacted. He jackknifed into a sitting position, taking the sheet with him. How did you get my number?

Youre the solicitor from Cork who sent an urgent e-mail to the Los Angeles Genealogical Society a month ago? Yes? For an odd reason something about her voice sounded familiar, but he couldnt recall why. Theyre backed up at the moment, so they forwarded your request to me. Mesoamerica is my area of expertise. Im bilingual in English and Spanish. Dominic could have no room for complaint with credentials like that. I left instructions that you should have phoned me collect. I wouldnt do that. Then youre a very rare person. Have you already found the information youre looking for? By this time he was on his feet, shrugging into his robe. No. At this point Im getting desperate. I could tell that from the tone of your e-mail. What can I do for you? No talk of a retainer up front? What do you charge? A flat fee of $600.00. That was all? Depending on the difficulty, we might bill you for more down the road, but generally we lump certain searches for various clients together. It cuts down the price for everyone. Was she new to the genealogy business? She sounded bright, enthusiastic. The antithesis of Teddy Reynolds. Dominic didnt know what to think, however hed be a total ingrate not to appreciate her phone call. Your business sounded important, so I decided to ring you straight away. If

youll e-mail me your request, Ill get started on it in the morning. Id rather discuss this over the phone. You mean now? If you dont mind. I prefer a live body in front of me. Barring that-- I feel the same way, she broke in. It helps me get a better sense of whats needed. Very often a person forgets little details when they send me notes. His sentiments exactly. If youll give me your number, Ill call you back to save you the expense. Im aware it must be about ten-thirty p.m. your time. Will that be a problem? Not at all. Do you have a pen ready? Ill give you my phone number and address. She was surprisingly accommodating. Too good to be true? One moment. He left the bedroom for his study. Found it. Go ahead. Dominic wrote the information down. Ill call you right back. Fine.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Dominic hung up, then dialed the number shed given him. Hello again. Are you ready, Ms. Hall? Yes. Please call me Jordana. Were not formal around here. Ive got you on the speaker phone so I can put your information on the computer while we talk. Hed never known anyone named Jordana, but he recalled reading a Wilbur Smith novel with a female character bearing that name. Hed liked the name then, even more so now. Im trying to establish proof that an ancestor of mine had a son. He could have met some woman before he traveled from Cork to Mexico City between the years of 1824 to 1838. Then again he might have met her during his travels. If they married, theres no evidence of it. I have no name for her. The only proof that a child was born comes from the log at the Debtors Prison in Dublin where my ancestor died of typhus. On his deathbed he begged to see his son, a plea that wasnt and couldnt be granted.

Some of the best genealogists in Ireland have searched years for evidence of that birth, be it in the British Isles, America or Mexico. Except for one lead that didnt go anywhere, nothing else has turned up. Im hoping that another genealogist like yourself might have better luck. Was your ancestor Roman Catholic? Yes. Will you please spell his full name for me? C-i-l-l-i-a-n R-o-s-s. After Dominic had complied, he heard a quiet intake of breath from her end of the phone. Please wait a moment, she said. Ive just received information on that name due to a search Ive been working on for someone else. Someone else? Here it is, Mr. Ross. One male infant, Padraig, baptized June 16, 1829, Metropolitan Cathedral, Mexico City. Parents, Cillian Ross and Violeta Torres. Padraig? He had to be dreaming! His mind flashed back to Cillians father, Padraig. Perspiration beaded his brow. Where did you get this information? From the main Catholic Diocese in Mexico City. Who asked you to do the search? he fired. It had to be someone hired by Dominics grasping Uncle Logan. Im afraid were under the same rules of confidentiality as your law firm.

Naturally. Will you at least answer me this? Have you contacted your other client about the information yet? After a slight hesitation, No. That was all he needed to hear. Dont say anything to your client until you and I have had a chance to talk in person. Im sorry, but my client is as anxious as you for the information. That doesnt surprise me, Dominic muttered. Id like to be able to tell you, but its a question of ethics. Though her refusal frustrated him, he could admire her principles. We need to meet face to face. Will you be flying to California then? Actually Id prefer that you flew to Cork so you can present this material to the judge. Judge? Yes. This is a legal matter to go before the court. I presume you have a passport. Of course, but Ill be paying for all your flight and hotel arrangements, he interrupted her. I need you here with that information as soon as you can come. That wouldnt be necessary, Mr. Ross. Someone who authenticates documents could do that for you. Much as I would like to help in that regard, were a small firm. I would only be able to leave California if I were working solely for you on a long range project, she said quietly.

Consider yourself exclusively retained, he came back. This is only the tip of the iceberg. Theres a whole line of people going back close to 200 years I need you to trace. As soon as we get off the phone, Ill have $100,000.00 dollars wired to your firms bank account. So far in his life Dominic had discovered anyone could be bought for the right price. Pete was the great exception. He closed his eyes for a moment. A life was the only thing it couldnt buy When he heard tangible silence coming from her end of the phone he added the hook. Give me the name of your bank By tomorrow morning your time, a years worth of funds will be there. Im sorry, but this isnt something to be settled over the phone. You need to come to Costa Mesa. I couldnt possibly agree to devote all my time to your genealogy without meeting you and discussing what is involved. Choosing your genealogist is like choosing the right doctor. Both parties have to be comfortable and reasonably certain of a satisfactory outcome. And when the doctor told you there was no satisfactory outcome? The womans wisdom surprised him. So did the fact that money didnt appear to be her primary goal. She had to be as unique as her charming accent. In that case will you be free to meet with me tomorrow evening your time? I might not be able to make it there till after your business hours. Thatll be fine. As soon as I arrive at the airport in Los Angeles, Ill phone you to let you know when to expect me.

The John Wayne airport is much closer to us. Would you like the name of a good hotel nearby? Please. Its the Costa Mesa Centennial Inn. Heres the phone number. Theyll have a limo at the airport. If youll call me when you get to the hotel, Ill pick you up. Incredible. Its only seven blocks to our office. We do it as a courtesy for our out of town clients. Once she gave out that same information to the person working for Dominics uncle, theyd be on their way to California too, determined to prove that the find wasnt the right one. Dominic intended to get there first! Im looking forward to meeting you, Jordana. The understatement of the decade. Itll be nice to meet you too. Bring a coat. Despite the fact that its sunny California, it can get cold here in winter. Thank you for mentioning it. How will I recognize you? My sister would tell you I remind her of her black Irish wolfhound Samson. Theyre a tall animal, arent they? It sounds like well have to fold you into my car. Ill be driving a white compact Nissan. A smile creased the corners of his mouth. Do I take it you dont need folding? No. I have to stretch to reach the pedals. Dont worry. Ive only had two accidents. Just kidding, Mr. Ross. Call me Dominic, he said, trying to smother his laughter. Will you be traveling with family, or are you coming alone?

If Jenny werent afraid to fly, hed take her and Petey with him. Shed never been to the States. Shed never done a lot of things she and Pete had planned and dreamed about doing. Because of Dominic, his best friend was no longer alive and there wasnt anything he could do about it. Ill be alone. In that case I wont have to borrow my colleagues SUV. Much as Id like to say Top of the morning to you, it probably hasnt been in usage for a hundred years. Have a good flight.

CHAPTER TWELVE

On that note she hung up before Dominic was ready to let her go. Still bemused, he looked down at his notes. The name Padraig stood out like a neon sign. This had to be the child! Except for his admiration of Cillian that gave Dominic and his father common ground, hed purposely distanced himself from the age-old divisive family issues. Their fatal obsession over titles and inherited money they hadnt earned, combined with their insatiable appetite to acquire more, had driven him away. Yet after he learned his Uncle Logan had gone to court to sue for the inheritance left to Cillians descendants, all that had changed. For almost 200 years the warring factions of the Ross clan had been searching without success for definitive evidence that Cillian had fathered a son. This new information would crush his uncles plans and make his father euphoric. What shocked Dominic was the ease in which Ms. Hall had produced the desired results. After so many decades without a clue, how could it possibly be this simple?

But now wasnt the time to question it. Armed with his own secret genealogist Jordana Hall, Dominic would thrust himself back into the hellish fray and defeat his fathers brother. Without wasting time he phoned his pilot and told him to get the jet ready to fly him to the States. Then he called Liz at home and informed her hed be out of town for a few days. His law clerk, Timothy, would have to handle anything important until Dominic got back. An hour later he left the house. Once behind the wheel he started the engine and pulled onto the road leading to the motorway. Soon he joined a stream of cars to reach his law firm in downtown Cork. After hed gotten what he wanted from the vault in his office, he headed for the townhouse. En route he phoned Keyley. She hadnt left for school yet. Dominic told her he was coming by for a private talk. When he opened the front door a minute later she was coming down the stairs in her robe. Samson crowded in front of her to reach him. To his chagrin Sara was right behind his sister still dressed in a nightgown. Hi, Dominic. She was fairly tall and thin with long, light-brown hair. It was laughable the way she posed with every step. My parents keep trying to invite you to dinner to thank you for letting me stay here. Can you come tonight? Thats very nice of them, but Im afraid not. Im leaving for Belfast on business in a few minutes and could be gone a week. Now if youll excuse us, I need to talk to my sister. She shrugged and made a moue with her lips. Sure.

He cupped Keyleys arm and walked her behind the stairs. She rolled her eyes. Sorry, she mouthed the word. Its okay, he whispered. Something vital has come up. I can tell. Whats going on? Im not really going to Belfast. She blinked. Im on my way to California, but I dont want a soul to know except you and Jenny. Not even Liz or Timothy know my real destination. Dont tell the family. Not anyone. You can trust me. Whats happened? Thanks to you theres a genealogist in Costa Mesa who has found Cillians son. His name is Padraig. Dom She gave him a bear hug. When did you find out? she whispered.

About two hours ago. I cant believe it. Tell me everything! I dont have time right now. Ill call you on your cell phone after I get there and give you chapter and verse. If anything comes up, call me on mine. I want everything kept a secret until I can ask the judge to set a new court date. Dont worry. Nobody will learn anything from me. Her eyes sparkled up at him. Uncle Logan will go into cardiac arrest when he finds out. Dominic smiled. Thats the idea. He kissed her forehead. Take care of yourself until I get back. Well talk about how to get rid of you know who after my return. As she nodded, her expression sobered. Youre sure its not another false lead? His jaw hardened. Not this time. He started for the door.

Stay safe, Dom. I love you. I love you too. He gave her another kiss on the cheek before hurrying out to his car. It wasnt long until he drove up in front of Jennys flat and parked the car. When he knocked on the door, it slowly opened. Domick! The smiling three and a half year old redhead hadnt quite mastered Dominics name yet. He flung his arms around his legs. Dominic picked him up and hugged him. The boy had Petes ready smile and rugby build. The memories tugged hard. Good morning, Dominic. What brings you by this early? Brown-haired Jenny, sunny like little Petey, stood in the doorway looking good. The dress was new. She was doing a lot better since shed taken up her artwork again. Thankfully the worst of her depression seemed to be behind her. Im on my way to the States to hire my new genealogist. What about Teddy Reynolds? Hes still working for father, but Ive found someone who has already unearthed Cillians son! Dom! Thats unbelievable! I wish youd come with me. Wed take Petey to Disneyland. Youre sweet. Maybe one day Ill get the courage. Id like to help you with that. He lowered Petey to the ground and hunkered down in front of him. Im taking a trip, but Ill be back in a few days. What shall I bring you for a present?

You give him too much, she protested, but he ignored her. How about a new train? Petey clapped his hands against Dominics cheeks. A helcoptr! A helicopter it is. He kissed him, then stood up and looked at Jenny. What can I bring you? Come back safely. Thats all the gift we need. Dominic sucked in his breath. He should have been the one whod drowned, not Pete. The undiagnosed disease that had prevented his hands from being able to pull his best friend into the boat had been responsible for the tragedy. Are you going to be all right, Jenny? Of course. You do go on about us. Youve got my cell phone number. Dominic-- you worry too much! I like worrying about you. Theres such a thing as going overboard you know. Is that what I do? Yes! Its driving me crazy! She said it with a smile, but he had a feeling she meant it. See you when I get back. He tousled Peteys hair, then kissed her cheek before returning to his car. During the drive to the airport he couldnt rid himself of the impression she was trying to distance herself from him. Was it because he was too great a reminder of Pete? If so he planned to talk to her about that when he returned from California.

Looking back over the last year shed expressed fears several times that he wasnt living his own life because of her. It wasnt true, but how to make her understand that she and Petey were his life now. Hed made the promise in his heart when he saw Petes head sink beneath the waves for the last time. Though the doctor had explained why Dominics body had let him down at the most crucial moment of his life, he still felt anger and sorrow over a situation that had prevented him from saving his best friends life. It would haunt Dominic to the grave.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Costa Mesa, California

Since her conversation with Dominic Ross last night, Jordana wondered for the dozenth time if shed dreamed it. Though it wasnt unusual for an extended family in the States to pay a genealogist who would trace their lines for them, no genealogist of her acquaintance had been offered anything close to $100,000.00 up front. She knew that in Europe among certain wealthy, aristocratic families, a genealogist might be retained for that amount. If Dominic Ross came from that class of people, then maybe it made sense, but Jordana felt there had to be a catch somewhere. The ability to make that kind of money when their firm needed it most sounded too good to be true. Her colleagues were overjoyed, but she didnt dare get her hopes up. Even if she hadnt misunderstood him, there could be other factors that would prevent her from accepting the job. When the phone rang at half-past six p.m., she and the girls were still in the kitchen eating leftovers. Shelby was closest to the wall phone and answered it.

Just a minute, please. She handed the receiver to Jordana. Its Mr. Ross, she mouthed the words. Jordana got up from the chair to take the call. Hello, Mr. Ross? I hope you had a good flight. Do you like your accommodations? Theyre even nicer than Id expected. Good. Are you ready for me to pick you up? Yes. She sensed his urgency. Ill meet you outside the main doors of the hotel in about five minutes. After hanging up the phone she walked through the house to the closet for her coat and purse. Be right back! she called to the girls and hurried out the front door. When she reached the car, she pushed the front passenger seat as far back as it would go, then got in behind the wheel. Last night she had to admit their phone conversation had fascinated and intrigued her at the same time. No doubt his cultured Irish accent had contributed to her curiosity about the man. As luck would have it, traffic was bad. It took a little longer than usual to reach the hotel. She pulled in the entrance behind an Audi. The people in front of her took forever to get their bags out of the trunk. At this rate shed be here all night. While she grumbled, the passenger door opened. A man with long, hard-muscled legs levered himself inside the compact car, making her feel claustrophobic. She turned her head to say hello, but the word died in her throat. Her thoughts reeled.

Jordana had seen him before. His aquiline features and raven black hair were unmistakable He was the tall, fit man shed run into outside the hotel in Cork over a year ago. The one whod emerged from the taxi shed needed in order to get away from Brad. To her surprise the stranger had tried to calm her, and had ended up accompanying her to the airport. It is you, she marveled out loud. His direct, fierce blue gaze studied her without apology. I thought your voice sounded familiar over the phone, he murmured. Youve cut your hair. Her hair That was one of the first things shed done after shed flown back to Newport. At the time she had no idea why shed done it. With hindsight it must have been because shed wanted to sever every tie with Brad. That included changing her appearance. When shed dashed out of the house a little while ago, she hadnt brushed her jaw length feather cut or freshened her lipstick. For all she knew, there was a trace of whipping cream from the pumpkin pie still on her mouth. His gaze narrowed on her features. Im surprised you remember. At the time you werent exactly in a state to be cognizant of your surroundings. She averted her eyes. No. Jordana had been so angry at herself for not having confronted Brad about his lies long before time, everything that night had been a blur. Maybe fate meant for our paths to cross again so I could thank you for helping me that night. I still owe you for the fare you insisted on paying. As I recall, you couldnt get away from me fast enough.

I-I was in a hurry. And now? came the mocking question. Welcome to Costa Mesa. Thank you. This is my first time in California. The city is its ugliest right now. The same deep chuckle shed felt resonate over the phone last night vibrated through her system. Before she faced forward, she noticed his lean hands were bare of rings. When it dawned on her what she was unconsciously looking for, she couldnt believe it. Not after what Brad had done to her. Putting the car in gear, she pulled out of the line to get past the other vehicles. Have you had dinner? On the plane. My condolences. A man of his size wouldnt be satisfied with one dinky meal. His lips twitched. I came on my own jet. He did come from that kind of money. Then I take back what I said. How was the flight? Fine till we hit turbulence over the Rocky Mountains. I appreciate you putting yourself out for me. Like I said, we try to accommodate clients whove come from far away and arent on vacation. Your firm wont fall apart without you on such short notice will it? There was an eloquent pause before he said, I guess Im going to find out. He shifted in the seat in an attempt to accommodate his powerful body. She could feel his

glance trained on her. I can still see you struggling with that big suitcase. Its a fact youre a wee thing, Jordana Hall. Another way to say he wasnt partial to short women? Fortunately I dont suffer from a Napoleon complex. Another low chuckle echoed in the small confines of the car. While he seemed to find her amusing, she was shocked by her interest in him. What on earth was the matter with her? Here we are. She pulled in the driveway behind Shelbys car. He came around to help her out, all six-three of him. Beneath his black pullover and khaki trousers, he had the lean, ripcord physique of an athlete. As they walked side by side, she felt like his little girl. When she opened the door, he stepped inside, then paused to examine the two full-sized stuffed pilgrim and Indian standing nearby in honor of Thanksgiving. Shades of Madame Toussauds, American style, he quipped. She smiled. We need to put them away and get our Christmas things out. Genealogy offices are as dreadful as dentist offices, so we try to brighten things up. Her comment caused him to laugh again. Though Shelby and Ginger had disappeared to another part of the house, she expected them to say hello at some point. Come behind the counter and sit down at my desk so we can get started. He followed her around and did her bidding. Now that she faced her computer, she felt more like her professional self. But only if she didnt let her eyes stray to him, which was almost impossible not to do. He

wore his black hair a little on the longish side. Unusual for a solicitor image, or maybe not for an Irish one. If it were longer he would lookwellhe would look even more striking, if that were possible. Mr. Ross? Dominic. All right, Dominic. Why dont we begin by you giving me the pertinent information on your family while I enter everything on the computer. Once I have a clear picture of why you need a full-time genealogist, Ill be able to estimate the amount of work involved and know if I can help you.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The first time Dominic laid eyes on Jordana Hall, it had been dark outside the hotel in Cork, and her long hair had covered part of her face. Now he found himself staring into eyes as green as the Garden of Ireland in County Wickom. If Pete were with him, hed say Jordana had the face and figure of a golden haired angel. Forcing himself to look elsewhere he said, You have a very nice setup here. Im impressed with the all the pedigrees youve displayed of your American historical figures. But theres one I dont recognize. Whos that man? When she looked where he pointed she said, The current President and Prophet of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I dont believe I know of that church. Most people refer to it as the Mormon Church. Mormons. Father Mike had once remarked they were the spawn of the devil. As far as Dominic was concerned, the priest sprang from the same source.

The Mormon Church I have heard of, Dominic remarked. In fact Ive seen some of their missionaries walking around Cork. Why do you have his pedigree on the wall as opposed to say the Popes for instance? Another smile crept over her lovely face. Because my colleagues and I are Mormon. However, youve given me an idea. Dominic thought he understood. Dont do it on my account. I havent stepped inside a Catholic church since my teens. While she eyed him thoughtfully, he folded his arms and extended his long legs in front of him, crossing them at the ankles. All right. Lets get down to business so I dont waste any of your time. In 1801 the Prince of Wales deeded lands and properties to Padraig Ross, the fifth Earl of Rossmont, making him one of the richest men in Ireland Padraig had three sons and gave each of them an inheritance. The second son married and had children, but they were girls and couldnt carry on the family name. . The third son also married. He had a daughter, then a son. It was through that son the Ross name continued down through the years to today, my direct lineage. The first son, Cillian, Padraigs favorite son, graduated from Oxford in 1824. Instead of taking his rightful place alongside his father, Cillian began making lengthy, inexplicable, expensive trips to Mexico and used up his entire fortune. In the process he lost complete touch with Padraig whose grief was inconsolable when he learned that Cillian had died in 1838 of typhus in debtors prison in Dublin. Worse, according to the prison log, with his last breath Cillian begged to see his son one more time.

Padraig didnt know Cillian even had a son. Furthermore he learned that Cillian had died owing a fortune to a London publisher for a set of books hed commissioned to be published. The fact that Padraig paid the publisher in order to take possession of the books and clear Cillians debts proved how much he loved and believed in his son. By the time Padraig died, hed amassed an even greater fortune. His ironclad will designated that it would be divided equally among his two living sons and Cillians son. The will further stipulated that until Padraigs grandson through Cillian could be found, that inheritance was to remain in escrow, untouched, until it could be claimed by the rightful heir. Thus began the great war in the Ross family between those who wanted to get their hands on Cillians portion of the money, and those who honored Padraigs will by holding the money in trust. For 180 years no one has ever been able to find evidence that Cillian fathered a son, so that inheritance has been sitting there all this time being invested and gathering interest. According to my father, Innis Ross, the Eighth Earl of Rossmont and the head of the Ross family today, his genealogist Teddy Reynolds found a Ceallach Ross from a ships passenger list revealing that he had a son. But upon further investigation it was discovered that Ceallach was the wrong spelling for our ancestor and he came from Rosscarbery, not Castleross, our familys ancestral home. Uncle Logan Ross, my fathers only living sibling, has undoubtedly hired his own genealogists to prove no son of Cillian Ross was born. With their help, my uncle is

taking my father to court to contest the existence of Cillians son and ask that the money be dispersed. Last February the judge ruled that since theres been no concrete evidence of a son brought forth in 180 years, hell give my father one year to produce proof before he breaks up the trust. This is where you come in, Jordana. If this child Padraig is Cillians son, and if he has descendants who are living today, then theyre due to come into a considerable fortune. In this instance Im in lockstep with my fathers determination to make certain they inherit whats coming to them. How considerable is it? she spoke at last. Five hundred million pounds sterling. She stared long and hard at him. I cant comprehend that much money. He grimaced. Unfortunately everyone in my immediate and extended family can. Where do you fall in the family line, Dominic? Im the oldest son. I have two younger married brothers and a sister whos still in college. So when your father passes away, youll be the Ninth Earl of Rossmont. Never, he ground out. I left home years ago. Dont get the wrong impression. I still see them from time to time, but Ive separated myself from the inner workings so to speak.

Deep in his own torturous thoughts, Dominic hadnt realized how still Jordana had become until she asked, If thats true, then why have you suddenly made it your business to find Cillians son? He cocked his head. Because something happened to me three days ago, something that has lit a fire under me. To put it bluntly, I need you, Jordana. Over the phone shed sounded young. Hed feared she might not have the experience for what he required. But now that hed finished talking, he could tell shed been moved. Hed glimpsed compassion and intelligence in her dark-fringed eyes, felt her interest. Im sorry I cant divulge the name of the client who asked me to do that search. But if its any comfort, hes an American historical documents dealer. I dont see how he could have any possible connection with your uncle. Neither do I, but stranger things have happened. Whether directly or indirectly, your client has to be working for my uncle. Its too great a coincidence othewise. I tend to agree. She studied him for a moment. I left a message on his answering machine to call me. He still hasnt returned it. So you didnt tell him what youd found? No. I never leave that kind of information in a voice mail. It could get erased. Bless you, Jordana Hall. If Uncle Logan or one of his genealogists is behind the request, so be it. Possibly it was his own brothers who were in their Uncle Logans corner over the money. He sat back in the chair. As I told you over the phone, Im retaining you full-time for

however long it takes to link up this child Padraig with his descendants who might be living now. I know. She spread her hands unexpectedly. Youve already offered me $100,000.00. If its not enough, theres always more where that comes from. A few investments from his law earnings at the right time had led to other lucrative investments around the globe, making him a wealthy man in his own right. A twentieth of that amount would be too much, she asserted. It wasnt the answer hed expected. Evidently Jordana couldnt be bought at any price. She was one of an endangered species. Excuse me for a minute while I call in the troops. His eyes followed her out of the room. He couldnt help staring at her in the becoming heathery blue sweater and jeans. Before long she returned with two other attractive women. The three of them appeared to be in their mid to late twenties, but ages werent always easy to determine. He got to his feet while Jordana made the introductions. Between us we do searches in both the Americas and Europe. Ladies? Mr. Ross has an emergency on his hands. Why dont we go in the kitchen where we can sit around the table in comfort. I want him to tell you everything he just told me, then well put our heads together and brainstorm. The women followed Jordana out of the office. He brought up the rear. The second they entered the kitchen he smelled something spicy. There was a warm cozy feel to the house. He liked it.

Would you like some hot apple cider? That sounds good. This time he was the focal point of three pairs of eyes as he told his tale for the second time that night. Before Jordana sat down, she handed him a mug of the steaming brew and a large piece of pie covered in cream. Do you know what I think? Shelby said after hed finished. What you want could take much longer than three months to research. Though a baptismal record has been found, it may not be the right one. Theres no question this record is the right one, Dominic stood his ground. He noticed the girls eye each other as if they felt sorry for him. Maybe it is, Jordana came back quietly. After what youve told us, we realize the name Padraig was the name of Cillians father, and it seems to be too great a coincidence. But coincidences often happen, much to our clients disappointment. Ginger nodded. One thing you learn in this business, you cant always trust what appears to be obvious. Dominic could understand why shed said that. His success as a solicitor meant quadruple checking every point of fact. A genealogist had to be just as meticulous. But in this case It cant be anything else, he insisted. On that note he finished off the pumpkin pie, a treat as tantalizing as the woman whod served him. Once again her green eyes looked at him with compassion. I know you want to believe this is your Cillian. But after that other false lead, you cant rule out the possibility there are still more men named Cillian Ross who traveled to Mexico during that time period.

From County Cork? he challenged. Yes, implausible as that may sound. There were other vessels besides passenger ships that sailed the established routes to reach Veracruz from New York. If your ancestor was an adventurer, he might have a boarded a trade ship traveling to the Greater and Lesser Antilles. It could have stopped at Jamaica, Trinidad, Martinique, the Bahamas, Cuba or Dominica en route. Its possible he met a woman in one of those places. And if not there, the port of Vera Cruz or Puebla or any small villages on the way to Mexico City. Thats assuming he was so consumed by his quest, he didnt venture far a field because of other distractions. He would have had to travel overland on horseback from the port. Thats a distance of approximately a hundred and eighty miles. It would mean stopping for a fresh change of horses, food, lodgings, whatever. Plenty of time for him to have met a woman somewhere along the way. This baptism at the cathedral in Mexico City might have happened to someone elses son, not your ancestors. In fact since learning of Cillians titled background, I have my doubts. Why? Dominic demanded. He might have chosen not to marry, Jordana theorized. Especially if it was a woman of mixed race he didnt dare take home to the family. From what youve told us, Cillian was next in line to be the sixth Earl of Rossmont, that is if something happened to prevent his brothers from inheriting the title. Therefore he could hardly bring a woman like that back to Ireland.

But being titled and a good Catholic boy too, if hed fathered a child he could have bribed a priest to have it baptized, fearing God more than man. Or, if hed become involved with a woman of his own race who might have been running from a desperate situation, they would probably have done it quietly, at a more obscure church. Having said that, my point is this. If the information I was sent leads to a dead end for you, then you should be making a search of the parishes in that part of the Caribbean as we speak. Unfortunately many records havent been put on microfilm yet. The majority of Cubas Catholic church records havent been computerized, although an initiative under the former Papal Nuncio, Monseor Beniamino Stella, has developed a plan to start the process. One of our contacts is reporting success in telephoning a local parish for information, but its slow, painstaking work. Even then it might not yield anything to help you. His temper flared. So I might as well give up on it, is that what youre saying? No, the other two women said at once. No, Jordana followed with a smile that was supposed to make him forget he was upset. We have our private sources. I only want you to realize what youre up against. No matter the case scenario, you need an extension from the judge to trace Cillians line to the present day. A judges calendar grinds as slowly as a genealogists. That point needs to be driven home. Dominic could only admire her great well of understanding. Shelby nodded. What you should do is arrange for a hearing, then ask Jordana to explain the intricacies involved to the judge. I can guarantee that after hes heard her statement, hell be persuaded to change the court date.

He absently ground his teeth together. If anyone could accomplish such a miracle, Jordana could. But all along Teddy should have been the one with her expertise. Dominics father was paying him enough! In fact Dominic wagered she knew a lot more about genealogy than Teddy ever would. It looked like he was going to have to break down and tell her something she didnt know. Ginger leaned forward. If this find isnt the right one, then three months until February might not give you enough time. Thats all were saying, she reasoned. And even if it does, then it will take more time to research the other descendants. I would bow to your expertise if I didnt have proof this Padraig is my ancestor. A perplexed look crept over Jordanas classic features. What proof? The name Padraig has much greater significance than you can imagine. Dominic, she murmured, its the most common thing in the world for someone to name their son after their father. True. But I know something you dont. Its the clue that got me on the plane out of Cork this morning. Then tell me, she urged. Id rather show you. Its locked up in the hotel safe. If youll drive me back, Ill get it out and let you see it. In order to convince her, it meant he was going to have to trust her, which he did implicitly. She glanced at her watch, then at him. Its getting late and you must be exhausted after your flight. Ill run you to the hotel and take a look at your proof. He nodded. The pie was delicious, by the way.

Ill tell my mother you said so. She stood up. Dominic was already able to discern between her genuine and disingenuous smiles. She loved her mother. Everyone shuffled out of the kitchen. Though his mind was on Cillian, he was very much aware of Jordana who went to the closet for her coat. . Ladies? Its been a real pleasure. Theyd accompanied him and Jordana to the door. See you two later, she said before moving outside ahead of him. It gave Dominic another chance to observe her walk. If hed seen her on a street in Cork without her suitcase, he would have had a hard time concentrating on anything but her ultra femininity.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The five minute drive to the Centennial Inn was accomplished in silence. Dominic Ross appeared deep in thought. Jordana couldnt imagine what was so valuable it had to be kept in the hotel safe. Unless of course this was a highly inventive form of an age-old con. She could almost hear him saying, Come up to my room and see my etchings, wee thing. If that was his intention, he was in for a surprise. Once they were parked at the hotel she said, Ill wait for you in the lounge. After helping her out of the car, he opened one of the hotels main doors for her. Therell be too many people in there and well need a table. I have a better idea. There are several tables with good light, she declared. Ill find one suitable.

A ghost of a smile hovered around his mouth. All right. Ill join you in a minute. He could laugh at her if he wanted. She didnt care. But her red-hot cheeks belied that statement. She found a table and chairs near a pot of giant ferns that would offer them a little privacy. Various people milled around, but she took no notice until Dominic emerged from the bank of elevators. He walked toward her carrying an expensive looking black valise. She watched him put it on the chair and open it. Her gaze fastened on the two-inch thick tome he set on the table. The book was a huge square. It had been magnificently bound with gold leaf tracery on the cover, reminding her of the illuminated Bibles under glass shed seen in museums in Europe. Without saying a word, Dominic placed the book in front of her, then carefully opened it to the rich vellum title page so she could read the Spanish writing. Mexicos Ancient Origins. A compilation of drawings, hieroglyphics and translated manuscripts by Viscount Cillian Ross of Castleross, County Cork, Ireland. In nine volumes. Her head reared. There are eight more volumes just like this? He nodded She kept on reading. Published in 1838 by Henry R. Gohn, York Street, Covent Garden, London. Jordana made a sound in her throat. This is a fabulous treasure, Dominic. Her earlier thoughts that he had a personal interest in her embarrassed her now. Though she

wanted vehemently to deny it, Freud would tell her it had been wishful thinking on her part. A man like Dominic Ross came from such an elite background and family, his only reason for seeking her out was to see what she could do for him in her capacity as a genealogist. She lifted her eyes to his. Do you mind if I touch it? I should be wearing gloves. We wont worry about that right now, came his solemn reply. Turn to the title page and read the acknowledgement. Its in English. Making certain her fingers stayed on the edge, she turned to the next one. It read, For my loving father, Padraig, whose name I revere and shall always hold in the highest honor. Her eyes shot to Dominic. So this is what makes you so certain. Yes. I understand now. She did. However, it still didnt mean shed come across the right document for him, but she kept that thought to herself. Be a sweetheart and translate whats on the next page for me, he asked in that soft Irish accent she found so mesmerizing. Jordana did his bidding and began translating. From the words of Fernando de Alva Ixtlilxochitl. The moment she read the name, a tingling started at the roots of her hair and traveled through her body to her toenails. I dont believe it, she whispered. What is it?

Her head flew back. Dominic-- These are the works of Prince Ixtlilxochitl! Your ancestor had them translated into Spanish? Yes. She shook her blond head. This is incredible! You mentioned a Prince. Yes. Prince Eeks-tleel-zo-cheetl, she pronounced slowly for him. Im so awed, I can hardly fathom it. Who is he? Surely you of all people are aware of the priceless work in your possession! Everyone with a knowledge of Mesoamerica knows who he is. Why hes a prince of Mexico who Jordana stopped gushing. By the intense emotion that had darkened the blue of his eyes, she realized he was totally clueless about this. How could you not know? her voice trailed. His mouth thinned. Since 1838 this set of books has been in the Ross family under lock and key, handed down from father to son. On my eighteenth birthday my father let me glance at this volume before he put it away again. He told me one day I would be the keeper of the books. Even back then I realized Cillian couldnt have wanted the books kept in a vault century after century. After what he went through, the mere idea was absurd, so I prevailed on my father to ask our family priest to take a look at this volume. Father Mike had studied Latin and Spanish.

He came to the castle to join us for a celebratory drink. But after hed read a few paragraphs silently, he closed the book and handed it back to father. With numbing arrogance he told us it was a concoction of impossible fairy tales taken from the mouths of savages. Out of my hearing I learned from my father that the book verified what the priest had heard about Cillian Ross, that he was a scoundrel whod squandered his great birthright and put a black mark on the Ross clans illustrious name. If my father didnt want me to be damned to hell, he would be well advised to continue keeping the books hidden away, especially from me. His final comment to my father was that I was damned anyway unless I started attending church again and fulfilling my duties as the heir apparent. He didnt! she cried out, horrified. From that day I refused to go to mass anymore. I dont blame you, her voice trembled. Im afraid the priests behavior has enraged me. He flashed her a sudden white smile. All was not lost, Jordana. His violent reaction to the book did me a favor. Considering he was supposed to be a revered man of the cloth, for him to summarily dismiss Cillians books as a bunch of myths without a thorough examination of the contents enflamed me to the point that I determined one day I would get at the truth. That day came on July twenty-eight. What happened? Jordana was totally riveted.

I turned thirty-three. My father gave me the gift Id been waiting for. He thought that by turning the collection over to me, he was bestowing such a great honor I would be influenced to rejoin the family and move back to the castle. Did his ruse work? No. But father knows Ill continue to represent him in court. He slanted her an enigmatic glance. After he left my law office, I poured over the books more mystified than ever by Cillians obsession to get them published in a foreign language at the risk of losing his life and fortune. It astounds me that no one including my father ever knew what the books contained. For 180 years theyve been kept as a sacred trust, to be shown to no one. With elbows on the table, she smoothed the hair from her forehead. If you knew what was written in these pages, youd realize what a tragic mistake your family has committed to keep them under seal all this time. His jaw tautened. Thats why I have to know everything now. Let me translate a little for you so youll understand what youve had in your possession all these years. She looked down at the page and began. Ixtlilxochitl was born in 1568, an interpreter in the court of justice of the Indians, and the grandson of the last king of Texcuco, from whom he inherited all that were saved of the records in the public archives. Jordana reflected that Ix had worked with a repository of records exactly like Mormon. Concerning all the things that have happened in New Spain, and many things that the Tultecas understood and knew, from the Creation of the World to its destruction,

and the coming of the third chichimeca settlers to the coming of the Spaniards, taken from the original history of this New Spain. She looked up. Go on, please. The man was begging her. All right. Her eyes fell back on the text. Concerning the creation of the World and the origin of the Indians, only God is the one who knows all things. But what has been able to be known easily; according to the Tultecas, is what follows: The Tultecas understood and knew of the creation of the World and how Tloque Nahuaque created it, and the other things that are in it, such as planets, mountains, animals, etc., and in the same manner they knew how God created a man and a woman from whom men descended and multiplied. It reads like the book of Genesis in the Bible, his voice trailed in awe. She saw a flicker in the deep blue recesses of his eyes Yes. Thats because it is a Bible, Dominic, straight from the mouth of the Prince who knew and worked from his peoples ancient history. I call it the Mexican Bible. Whats so incredible is that your ancestor understood its importance to the world. So much so he actually had Ixs works translated into Spanish! She still couldnt get over it. Keep reading, he implored. If ever a man hungered Something profound was going on inside of him.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

And they say that the world was created in the year of the ce Tecpatl, and this epoch up to the deluge they called Antonatiuh, which means, age of sun of water, because the world was destroyed by the deluge; and it is found in the Tulteca histories that this age and first world, as they called it, lasted 1716 years, that men were destroyed by very great storms and lightnings from heaven. And the whole world without a thing remaining, and the highest mountains Caxtolmoletltli, which are fifteen cubits, were covered with water; and they add likewise how men began to multiply from a few that escaped this destruction within a Toptlipetlacalli, which almost means closed ark. Noahs Ark?

Yes. Why did you stop? I tell you what, she murmured. If you can wait until tomorrow, Ill give you a book that has the entire English translation of Ixtlilxochitls works. You can study it to your hearts content. Dominics hands formed fists. Ive heard enough to understand why the priest called these volumes blasphemous. Jordana nodded. They would be considered blasphemy to those with closed minds. Its a tragedy that many saints and scholars of his time, as well as those living today still argue that Ixtlilxochitls writings are the words of pagans and savages, without credence. A stillness surrounded him. Is that what you think, Jordana? His eyes pierced straight through to her soul. No. Ive read too many other native accounts that contain the same evidence found in these volumes. There are new proofs being uncovered all the time I cant ignore. Theres an American Bible called The Book of Mormon. When youre ready, Dominic Ross, Ill present you with one. I cant wait! Unfortunately few of the so called experts want to believe the truth contained in Prince Ixs history because theyre frightened. Dominics eyes narrowed. Father Mike didnt want to know anything about it. No doubt. In his mind, if this is a true account, then the American Indian had a knowledge of the Bible long before Cortez and the coming of the Explorers. That would

mean the forefathers of the Indians crossed the ocean from Mesopotamia in the Old World, bringing their Biblical knowledge of Jesus with them. History would have to be rewritten. Your ancestor Cillian understood this. You ask why he ended up in debtors prison? Now you have your answer. He died as he lived, to convince the world of the true origin of the American Indians who had a pure knowledge of Jesus Christ. Pure knowledge? Yes. Cillians book gives an account of Christ visiting the Americas after his crucifixion and resurrection. After? Clearly it was a concept he couldnt fathom. Yes. Dont you see? Its another witness for Christ. Before he was crucified he said there were other sheep in his fold he had to visit. Thats why Cillian had these writings translated into Spanish. He realized Christ had visited the Americas. That news wiped away all his pre-conceived notions that there was no more revelation flowing from heaven. He wanted to bring that truth to light for all people to read. But it had taken close to two centuries for Dominic to be born so he would be the one to unearth the books. She couldnt help but draw a parallel between these volumes and the gold plates that lay hidden in the ground until Moroni showed them to Joseph. Emotion closed her throat so she had trouble clearing it. Cillian probably would have had Ixs works translated to English if he could have found a good enough translator at the time. Far from being a scoundrel who put a

black mark on your family, he was an intellect far ahead of his time with the vision and the means to undertake this monumental task. Something tells me his father Padraig knew it, even if he didnt know the actual contents. Thats why he safeguarded Cillians inheritance for his descendants. Your ancestor wasnt only brilliant, Dominic, he had to have been a very spiritual man guided by the Holy Ghost. You really believe in such things? He sounded aghast. His question shouldnt have disappointed her. Yes. Im convinced he had a mission to accomplish in mortality. Its what drove him, even if it meant his death in the end. A sound that could have been a groan came out of Dominic. As she closed the book, his right hand covered hers, engulfing it. He was trembling from a source deep within him. Where did you come from, Jordana Hall? She didnt misunderstand this time. The man was so full of gratitude he had nowhere else to go with it. After letting him hold on for a minute, she eased her hand away and stood up. You have a lot to absorb, Dominic. I wish I could have met your ancestor. What a privilege that would have been. She took another breath. If you have confidence in my ability to help you with your genealogy, then Im willing to work for you and try to find his living progeny. It would be an honor. His eyes bore into her own. Thank heaven. But our firm couldnt possibly accept the fee you offered. Id willingly do it for free if I didnt have to earn my living. It would be my privilege. What well do is charge

you for our hours and hope were successful in tracing your family line. The rest of the money youre offering will be put in a bribery fund. His black brows met together. Bribery fund? Money is the greatest incentive to get the job done faster. Dominic laughed. Youre talking to the man who knows all about what money can do. They smiled at each other with mutual understanding. If we can find his living descendants, what a thrill it will be for them to realize that the blood of one of the greatest men of his time flows through their veins. No! She put out her hands when he started to get to his feet. Stay where you are. Come to the office at nine in the morning and well talk some more. I have other books to show you. At one point Im going to show you a book that will change your life for eternity if youll read it with a searching, prayerful heart. Jordana left him a business card, murmured goodnight and headed out of the hotel to her car. Before she put the key in the ignition she phoned her parents. She was glad when it was her dad who answered. Hi, honey. Hows my girl? Im fine. Dazed. Speechless. Im not sure if Im awake or dreaming. Dad? Am I interrupting something? If you cant talk now, Ill call you back. No no. I was just reading. If you want to cry on my shoulder about Brad, Im listening.

She bit her lip. This isnt about Brad. Im starting a search for an Irish nobleman who could have fathered a child anywhere in the Caribbean between 1824 and 1838. He chuckled. It sounded like he was relieved. She knew her parents were worried sick over her. That covers a lot of territory. Normally she would laugh with him. I need your inside help. You know everyone and everything that goes on in the Church. Her dad laughed again. Is that so. How inside are we talking? We have people we can contact anywhere in the Caribbean. We even have sources that help us with Cuba, but we dont have anyone in the Commonwealth of Dominica. Dominicas a tough one. Remember how you were telling me you have a friend whos handling delicate negotiations for our Church with a member of their government right now? I remember. Do you think you could ask him to give me the e-mail address of a native contact who might be willing to do some research for me? Money is no object. His laugh resounded in her ear. In that case, why not send me? Im serious, Dad. Youve definitely got a bee in your bonnet. She smiled at her fathers dated little ways of expressing himself. This is the most important search Ive ever done or will do. I believe youre serious.

I am. Her voice throbbed. Are you going to let me in on it? Maybe sooner than you think. She couldnt wait to introduce her parents to Dominic. After a pause, In that case Ill look up Brother Lopezs address right now and you can tell him exactly what you just told me. Im sure hell be willing to provide you with some names of people whod be willing to help you. Hold on while I walk to the den and look it up. Thank you, dad. I need all the earthly help I can get and a lot more from above.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Jordana entered the house and hurried down the hall. Guys? The girls came out of their bedrooms wearing curious expressions. Something happened tonight youre not going to believe, not in a hundred lifetimes. Im still having trouble comprehending everything. Tears poured down her cheeks. They followed her into her bedroom. She threw her purse on a chair. Without preamble she told them everything. Can you believe that set of books lasted this long and none of them knew what they were sitting on? I can, Ginger said. When I was living in Ireland on my college grant, it was clear the Irish are into their own language and history like no other people. For most of them, the world is Ireland. They study and speak Gaelige, not Spanish. Its one of the worlds oldest languages. Shelbys expressive brows lifted. Except that the world of Ireland wasnt enough for Cillian Ross. The man traveled to Mexico many times, proof that he was

born with an adventurers soul. For him to recognize the value of Ixtlilzochitls works makes him one of the greatest minds of his century. Jordana wiped the moisture off her face. Thats what I told Dominic. If this Violeta was the woman who bore his child, then Cillian Ross was also color and class blind, Shelby observed. I agree, Jordana murmured. Wouldnt you love to have read Cillians patriarchal blessing if hed been given one? All three of them stared at each other for a minute as they contemplated the profound significance of Dominics treasure. Do you know what Id like to do? Shelby blurted. Call Dean Ortega at the University of Southern California and tell him youve found the man hes going to beg to be the keynote speaker for their next Pan American symposium. If given enough notice, I have no doubts the First Presidency of the Church will make an appearance. Ginger nodded. With those volumes on display, theyll not only bring the Prophet, theyll draw scholars and archaeologists from Dresden, the Vatican and the Sorbonne, not to mention department heads of Mesoamerican studies from every major university in the world. Itll be huge, Shelby said. The President of Mexico will want to come too. I can see the Ballet Folklorico de Mexico performing. My friend Marty belongs to the California Hibernian Society, Ginger exclaimed. They would host the biggest ceilidh anyones ever witnessed around.

Stop you two! Jordana put up her hands. I get the picture and youve got me so excited I can taste it. But and theres a big but-- Dominic Ross is a man on a mission. Hes also the most fabulous man weve ever seen walk in here. Theres a dark side to him, Shell. Surely not like Brad. No. Not like him. But Jordana had a feeling that if she were ever to get emotionally involved with a man like Dominic, he could shatter her world so completely she would never be able to go on with her life. We cant all be as lucky as you were, Shell. This from Ginger whose fiance broke her engagement just weeks before the wedding. At least hed spared her the pain of going through with a marriage he didnt want. Of the three of them, Shelby was the one who had the most faith in the institution of marriage. She might be a widow, but shed enjoyed the perfect marriage until her husband had been killed accidentally. Jordana wished she and Ginger had their friends healthy outlook. But less than a year into her own marriage Jordana had caught Brad in a huge lie about charges on her credit card he pretended not to know about. Deciding to confront her husband and try to fix what was wrong with their marriage, shed followed him to Cork where hed flown to deliver a speech at the college. When she went to the hotel, she found him with an Irish woman. Beholding the evidence with her own eyes, Jordana had flown back to California where she promptly began divorce proceedings and told him to move out.

Since then she had major trust issues where men were concerned. Especially with a man who looked like Dominic Ross and had been raised a worldly aristocrat. Though he created ever so slight stirrings within her, anyone with such an illustrious pedigree and that much charisma probably couldnt remain faithful to one woman. Not every man wore a wedding ring. Brad hadnt been wearing his when Jordana had caught him. It was entirely possible Dominic had a wife he was separated from who was madly in love with him. Beyond helping Dominic with his genealogy, Jordana knew to leave well enough alone. Dominic is intent on finding Cillians direct descendants, period, she declared. Until that happens, no one and nothing is getting in his way. So dont do anything, dont discuss these books with anyone. For now its privileged information. Okay? Okay. Okay. Ive agreed to work for him provided you two approve. Was there ever a question? Ginger challenged. Yes. While Im busy doing searches for him, I wont be able to help with much else. Shelby put a hand on her arm. Hes more than made up for it by the fee he offered you. You mean us. While you guys do a thorough search in the States and the British Isles for Cillian, Im going to flood the Caribbean with search requests. I told him we couldnt accept that much money. We knew youd say that.

I said wed only charge him for the work we actually do. He laughed when I told him wed keep the rest to bribe people to help us find Cillians son. Shelby nodded. If the best genealogist in Ireland hasnt found him yet, Im afraid its going to take lots of money. The kind Dominic has. She stared at Jordana. His business is going to help you get out of debt a lot sooner. I know. Im still pinching myself that any of this is real. Gingers brow quirked. Hes real all right. He wasNo one knew that better than Jordana. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Before Dominic got into bed, he phoned his sister. She would be up by now to take Samson for a run. After five rings, Hello? Keyley? Dom! Ive been hoping you would call! Me too. Now listen carefully. Im on to something big. Youre kidding! It means I might not be back until next weekend. Saras going to be disappointed. Her family is expecting you for dinner as soon as you return. Its all she talked about after you left, she whispered. Its not going to happen. Sara needs to leave. Permanently. I agree.

Well talk about it after I get back. As for you, call me on my cell phone if you need to talk. I will, she said with a heartfelt sigh. Have a fine day. You too, Dom. He hung up, then phoned Jenny and finally his secretary. He told her to reschedule whatever was necessary to clear his calendar for next week. Timothy would have to shoulder the work for now. After buzzing the front desk to give him an eight-fifteen wake up call, he drew the quilt over his shoulders. Immediately he was bombarded by images of Jordana. How was it possible that after sending dozens of e-mails to the other end of the rainbow, one of them would magically find its way to a small, obscure spot on the planet where the keeper of his pot of gold had been lurking all this time? --Ill wait for you in the lounge. --Therell be too many people in there, and well need a table. I have a better idea. --There are several tables with good light. Ill find one suitable. With that remark, shed set the boundaries. What a complete change from the women whod been in his life before Petes death. When Marion had demanded to know why he didnt want to see her again, hed told her the truth. Its what didnt happen between us. Shed flinched, but he couldnt take back his words. Youre cruel. I wasnt just after your money you know.

Her comment had given him an unpleasant taste of her baser nature. Thank goodness hed followed his instincts and hadnt prolonged things. Too bad he hadnt been more careful with Neasa. He had plenty of flaws, but her selfishness doomed any possibility of their making a go of it. Once again he found himself wondering where a woman like Jordana sprang from. As elated as he was to be getting answers to certain questions, he was still reacting to sensations she evoked. Her friendliness delighted him. Her intelligence challenged him. Her knowledge astounded him. Her wit disarmed him. Her honesty awed him. Her generosity humbled him. He hadnt even started on her looks. Why now, when the disease was gaining a stronger grip on him, was he tempted by such a woman? Dominic buried his face in the pillow and knew nothing else until he heard the ring of his wakeup call.

When morning came Jordana put on a pair of pleated black trousers teamed with a creamy silk blouse. Her tiny gold earrings in the shape of an autumn leaf glinted in the bathroom light. She brushed her freshly shampooed hair, achieving the effect of a slightly windblown look. A touch of softshell pink frost lipstick and she felt ready to greet the morning.

She kept telling herself this was a normal Tuesday. Business as usual. But just the thought of Dominic Ross walking through the front door of the firm at any minute filled her with an inexplicable excitement she couldnt quash. On her way to the kitchen for a glass of juice, she walked over to her bookcase and gathered up the reading material shed promised him. After hungering for answers about his ancestors great work, Dominic was about to be inundated with information his brilliant mind would devour. Though he and Cillian had been born in different centuries, Jordana believed they were soul mates on many levels. Good morning. Jordana, sounded a deep male voice. Her steps slowed when she realized Dominic had arrived a half hour early and was eating breakfast one of the girls must have made for him. Jordana had an idea it was Shelby. Last night shed shown more interest in Dominic than in any other man since her husbands funeral. Of the three women, Shelby was the most vulnerable. Having had a wonderful marriage, she longed to be married again and experience that same kind of bliss. Jordana wanted that for her too, but she would hate to see her end up with a broken heart. Eyeing Dominic in his dark sweater and jeans, she realized he was a man whod probably broken many a womans heart. His blue eyes fringed by lashes as black as his hair swept over her with unrepentant male interest. How many women would be immune? The problem was, he probably didnt even know what he was doing, or how he made a woman feel. He was who he was. Therein lay the danger. She set the pile of books next to him. Good morning, Dominic.

I was expecting to hear top of the morning to you. I can see youre not going to let me live that one down. One corner of his mouth lifted. Shelby said she and Ginger would cover for you out in front, so why dont you join me. I will for a few minutes. Not wanting to seem unfriendly, she sat down opposite him. Though shed committed to working for him, being this close made her so physically aware of him, she knew she wasnt being her usual in-control self. He poured some juice and handed it to her as if they ate breakfast every morning and he knew her preferences. Their fingers brushed as she took the small glass from him. While she drained it in an effort to fortify herself against his presence, he reached for the book on top of the stack. Whats the Popul Vuh? An English translation of a Sixteenth Century native document of narratives and genealogies from the Post-Classic period of the Quiche Maya of Guatemala. The book beneath it, also an English translation, is called the Totonicapan from Quiche Maya Guatemalan writings too. Its record confirms the area's pre-Colombian origins. The third book contains Prince Ixtlilxochitls works translated into English. He lived his whole life in Mexico. And that last book contains the reports from the Spanish Father Sahagun who went to Mexico in the 1500s and recorded the history of the ancients of Middle America. As you read everything, youll see how much their histories corroborate each other. Youll be more shocked than ever to realize that most of the supposedly great

historians and archaeological scholars of today still refuse to believe whats before their very eyes. His black brows furrowed. But youre not shocked. Not anymore. Not since ten years ago when I attended an archaeological seminar in Mexico City. You attended a seminar like that when you were fifteen? She blinked. Im twenty-eight, Dominic. You dont look it. Id estimated twenty-four or younger. I guess that should make me happy. I know a few women whod kill to be told that. Ill wager theyre not fighting hard to build a business and want to be taken seriously. His eyes narrowed on her features, sending a little shiver up her spine. If I hadnt taken you seriously, I wouldnt be here now. Go on. I want to hear what you were about to say. She sucked in her breath. The fallout from her travesty of a marriage to Brad was that she viewed single men with a jaundiced eye. It wasnt fair to Dominic. The presenter at the seminar showed us a toy. He asked everyone in the audience to tell him what we thought it was. We all said the same thing. A wagon. He smiled and told us hed found it in Tikal, Guatemala, inside a burial mound with the bones of children. When Christ visited the Americas, he left them with superior knowledge. But the usual sceptics scoffed at the archaeologists arguments and said it

couldnt be a wagon because the Indians of Tikal didnt know about the wheel. I rest my case. She got to her feet. Your ancestor had second sight, Dominic. That puts him up among the greats on my list. Jordana wanted to say more. She wanted to tell him Cillians contribution ought to be on loan for the whole world to see, but she didnt dare. She wanted to introduce him to the Book of Mormon. But not quite yet. Go ahead and enjoy yourself. Ill check in with you later. Jordana felt his gaze on her retreating back. It wasnt until she reached the office portion of the house that she was able to breathe more easily again.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Shelby darted Jordana a curious glance. For the moment there werent any clients using the readers. Why arent you keeping Dominic company? With so much studying ahead of him, he wont be aware of anything else until hes finished. She glanced at her watch. That probably wont be until dinner. In the meantime, Ive a ton of work to do. Well take care of it, Ginger offered. Hes liable to need a lot of questions answered. Who better than you? All the materials are in English. Hes a big boy and can figure it out by himself. Whats wrong, Jordana? Both girls were looking at her with troubled expressions.

She took a deep breath. I got involved with Brad when Jeff sent him to our firm with a request. We had interests in common and I was flattered by his need for my help. With hindsight I can see that Brad was after my expertise to further his business of buying and selling historical documents on the side. He also needed the income I could provide to finance his trips not covered by the university. Bottom-of-the-rung college professors dont make that much money. Those are the only reasons he proposed marriage. Thats not true, Shelby asserted, visibly shaken by Jordanas skewered view of her marriage. Im afraid it is, Shell. Her jaw hardened. Save me from any man who thinks he can use me again. Surely you dont put Dominic Ross in that category? Ginger had fallen under his spell too. Of course not. Hes paying our firm a small fortune to help him trace his family line. Lets just say that I plan to stay out of trouble. Dont forget hes our client, not just mine. Either one of you is welcome to fix him lunch or dinner as needs be. Her colleagues looked wounded and resumed their work. Jordana felt awful, but until Dominic left the premises she didnt want to confide in them further about her misgivings. Needing to focus her negative energy on something productive, she started opening her e-mails. Around noon Jeff Hopkins entered their office. Jordanas spirits spiraled to the floor.

Hi. He approached the counter looking expectant. Pattys waiting for me in the car. I got your voice message. You said you had something for me? I do. He let out a happy sound. This means you found the baptismal record I was after! Yes, but it may or may not be the one youre looking for. I hope it isnt. I hope it has nothing to do with Dominics uncle. She pulled the saved disk from the drawer and walked to the counter, wishing she didnt have to give it to him yet. So much was at stake for Dominic she could hardly bear it. What made matters worse was to realize the enigmatic Irishman was ensconced in another part of the house unaware of this transaction. Jordana felt riddled with guilt. She would give anything not to feel it. Here you go. If Im lucky, then youll be getting a big Christmas bonus, and Ill be shoved to a higher income bracket when I file my taxes. He wrote out a check and left it on the counter. Thanks for all your great work. His words struck her like a body blow. No matter what shed told her colleagues, there was no way around the fact that she cared about Dominic and was anxious for him. Though she couldnt call Jeff back and ask him who wanted the information on the disk, she could do something for Dominic right now. Without wasting any time, she hurried to her desk and phoned Brother Martin. He was a close friend of her parents and a forensics expert of historical documents she and the girls called upon for advice from time to time. When Jordana told his secretary it

was urgent, the woman promised he would call as soon as he returned from a business lunch. Not five minutes after shed hung up, Dominic came through the connecting door from the other part of the house. He moved toward her carrying the books shed given him. His piercing gaze trapped hers. Ive called for a taxi to take me back to the hotel. Do you trust me with these books? Of course. Unlike Cillians chef doeuvre, they can be replaced. Thank you, he said in husky voice. Ill return them before you close at fivethirty. He glanced at the girls. Ladies? Thank you for the delicious breakfast. After Dominic left the office, Jordana felt an inexplicable sense of loss. She jumped up from her seat and hurried through the house to the kitchen. Maybe if she ate some lunch, she wouldnt feel quite so shaky. When she reached it, she was shocked to discover Dominic had made everything spotless. The dishwasher was going. She couldnt imagine him doing menial work very often, but it seemed he had no problem if he felt the occasion warranted it. Wow! She heard Ginger exclaim behind her. What a thoughtful man, Shelby murmured. Jordana opened the fridge to get out the tuna fish for sandwiches. Guys? Im sorry if I sounded short with you before. Please forgive me. Shelby undid the tie on the bread. Theres nothing to forgive. Im having trouble forgiving Brad for what he did to you. So am I, Ginger added.

Brad wasnt the reason Jordana had snapped at them earlier. Thats what was wrong, but she didnt dare admit it, otherwise the girls would know she was in trouble. They sat down to eat and discuss a new request that had come in. Once theyd finished and cleaned up, they got back to work. Surprisingly enough the afternoon turned out to be a busy one. The phone rang off the hook. Jordana should have been so engaged she forgot the time. But because Dominic had come to the office before shed had a chance to eat breakfast earlier, she realized he was a law to himself and could show up at any moment. Every time she heard the front door open, she wondered if shed discover him standing there. Line two for you, Jordana. Its Mr. Martin. Oh good! She picked up the receiver. Hello, Henry? Jordana. I was pleased to learn that you called. My secretary told me it was urgent, but I didnt walk in my office until a few minutes ago. Hows business? Its growing all the time. Good for you. How are your folks? Theyre fine. I was just with them for Thanksgiving. Dad said he cant wait to have another golf game with you. Ill have to call him. Now tell me what this emergency is all about. I have a client who has flown all the way from Ireland to discuss the result of a search I made for him. Before he can use it in court, it needs to be authenticated by an expert of your caliber. Hes willing to pay any price, so Im going to ask a huge favor.

Could you fit a short trip to Mexico City into your busy schedule right away? Hell buy your airline ticket and pay all your expenses. By right away you mean today. Am I that transparent? He laughed. What arent you telling me? A lot. Time is of the essence. I couldnt tell, he teased. Since this is privileged information of incredibly significant importance, Id rather he be the one to give you the details. Can he be at my office in the next hour? Youre the best, Henry. Were on our way. Ill be waiting for you. Thank you so much. Youre welcome. .

Filled with excitement Jordana clicked off, then called Dominic on his cell phone, but all she could do was leave a message. When she called the hotel and asked them to ring his room, there was no answer. Where had he gone? If she couldnt get in touch with him in the next few minutes, she would have to call off the meeting with Henry. He was such an important person it didnt bear thinking about. In fact if the situation with Dominic werent so vital, she would never have pressed Henry like that. She printed off the pertinent information from Dominics file, then got to her feet. Guys? They looked up startled as she hurried over to the closet. Im driving to the

hotel to see if I can track down Dominic. Were due at Henry Martins office within the hour. If Dominic calls here, tell him to meet me at the hotel. My car will be parked in the breezeway off the lobby. Jordana grabbed her purse and stashed the paper inside before putting on a fitted black jacket. Then she was off. Oh! Her body had run into a solid male frame on the other side of the front door. Dominic! Im sorry, Jordana said breathlessly. I didnt see you. Evidently not. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady her in much the same as hed done outside the hotel in Cork a year ago. She felt his warmth seep through. Where do you think youre going in such a hurry? She raised dazed green eyes to him. To find you. You didnt answer either phone. When I heard your message on my cell phone, I was already on my way here in the taxi. Its perfect timing. Were late for a meeting with Henry Martin. Hes a leading forensics expert on historical documents. Hes going to help you. How do you know him? Hes my fathers close friend. When I was in high school, Henry was the person who told me I should do something important with my knowledge of Spanish. His suggestion that I become a genealogist took hold early. Then Im doubly indebted to him.

Hes agreed to take a look at the source of the information on Cillian and authenticate it for you to take to the judge. Come on! Well go in my car. Ill drive because Im used to the traffic. Youre not. He anticipated her movements and helped her into her car before getting inside with the books shed loaned him. Is he good at his job? She flashed him a wry smile. Among the many high profile documents looked at by experts, hes been one of the chief witnesses on the Hitler diaries, the Joseph Mengele papers and a questioned letter by Ludwig Von Beethoven. The gleam of satisfaction in Dominics eyes was unmistakable. Thatll impress the judge. What about you? Im so impressed by you its all part of the same package. Thank you, she whispered, holding tighter to the steering wheel. Does he live in Costa Mesa? No. Newport Beach. Is that far from here? Not as the crow flies. Unfortunately we have to stay on the ground. Laughter broke from Dominic, the deep male kind. Once our meeting in Newport is finished, Id like to take you to dinner. Where is Jordana Halls favorite place to eat? A little voice warned her to shut that idea down right now. She eyed him covertly. If you have ulcers, I cant take you there.

Thats not one of my problems. No. Dominic Ross seemed pretty perfect to her. I dont think its your kind of scene. If the food is good, its my scene. Is there a reason why I cant take my new genealogist out to dinner? Would your wife approve? Dominic cocked his dark head. Ive never had a wife. The woman who was involved with my ex-husband didnt think he had a wife either. In honor of all wives who hope their husbands remain faithful away from them, Ive made it my motto to keep things professional. Please dont take my remark personally. A tension-filled silence followed. When did you get divorced? A year ago. How on earth could your husband have let you go? he finally muttered. He didnt have a choice, not after I flew to Cork and discovered he was with another woman. Dominics eyed her relentlessly. That explains your flight that night. After a brief hesitation she said, Yes. I was afraid you were going to pass out on me. Jordana nodded. You know the old adage about a picture being worth a thousand words? It cured me. I ended my nine month old marriage and took back my maiden name.

To her relief theyd arrived at their destination before she bored him with the pitiful details. She turned into the parking lot. Were lucky Henry has stayed late at his office for us. You need his help to rule the day in court.

CHAPTER TWENTY

A half hour later Jordana and Dominic left Henrys office, having to be content that he would fly down to Mexico the next Monday and authenticate the baptismal record. It was the soonest he could possibly get away. She believed him. Not too many people impressed Henry whose expertise was sought after by people all over the country, but she could tell Dominic had made an impact. He was totally intrigued by what was at stake and seemed eager to accommodate him. The Irishman had that effect on people. Not even Henry was immune. On the strength of that authenticated document Dominic could fly back to Ireland to meet with the judge. In the meantime she could make a start trying to trace Cillians descendants, always assuming Padraig was his son. But there was the nagging downside that whispered this might not be the right Cillian.

Dominic helped her into the car. Since you want to keep things on a professional level, why dont we pick up some food and take it back to the office for all of us. After reading the material you gave me, Ive got dozens of questions that need answering. Thats sounds like a wonderful idea. Well drive down to the pier and get some authentic Mexican food. Ive never eaten it. Youll either hate it or love it. El Charro makes the best in California. Their chili verde is to die for. My parents broke me in early. We probably ate there once a week whenever we were in Newport. Ironic when you consider we ended up living in Central and South America for so many years. Why was that? Well, the Mormon church has educational systems all over the world. My father worked for them in California. After I was born, they were assigned to Paraguay. Dad had served a mission in Venezuela so he could speak Spanish and it was a natural. A few years later they were assigned to Mexico. I spent my early teens in Newport, but before my college we lived in Peru and Argentina. Recently my parents finished an assignment in Colombia. It was pretty dangerous because of their government policies right now. Im glad theyre home safe. For your sake I am too. He shifted his position. Youve led a fascinating life. I assume Newport is your birthplace. Yes. My parents still live in our old house between assignments. Are you an only child?

No. I have a brother whos a year older than me. Hes a chemical engineer living in Huntington Beach. Is he married? She cast him a sideward glance. Not yet. Like you he hasnt been in the market for a wife. To my parents chagrin, he shows no signs of changing his mind any time soon. And youre no help, Dominic inserted. Guilty as charged. While we were all at dinner on Thanksgiving, I reminded them that as long as Rick still gets tired of a woman after two dates, they should give it up for now. That had gotten a laugh out of Rick and Alex. If they knew about you, they would realize he isnt alone in his views. Id like to meet them. Maybe we can do that after we pick up the food. Were coming to the Hall ancestral home now, she teased. Its that small, ordinary pink Spanish hacienda at the corner on the right. Its charming. Houses such as this are sprinkled over California. Theyre known as cookie cutters. All alike. He smiled. We have nothing like them in Ireland. You have something much better. Whats that? An impossibly green landscape that holds you in its thrall the moment you see it from the window of a 747.

Your eyes are the same incredible color. Lets leave my eyes out of it. That would be impossible. She decided to focus on him. Tell me about your brothers. Rians thirty-one. Seans thirty. Theyre both married with young children and still live with my parents. Her lips curved upward. Your family home must be a little bigger than mine. Its been known to hold a lot of the Ross clan at one time. My uncle also lives there with his wife and children, one of whom is married. They all live together even though theyre battling each other in court? His lips thinned. Money and property form the glue that holds them together. Its stronger than blood. She shivered to hear the black undertones in his voice. Where do you live? I prefer my own space. I have a house in Cork when Im in town. Youre away on a lot on cases? A fair amount. Does your sister live with your family too? She did until this August when I encouraged her to distance herself from the tension. Right now shes staying in a townhouse in Cork while shes at the university. Its one of my investments thats closer to campus than Castleross Village. The name sounded incredibly romantic. When Jordana got back to the office, she would look it up on the Internet.

Turning her head toward him she said, You sound like youre close to your sister. Keyleys a sweetheart. Im glad shes out from under the family for a while. It might interest you to know that if it werent for her, you and I wouldnt have met a second time. Jordana couldnt imagine such a thing now. What did she do? She knew my dilemma and suggested I hire a genealogist outside of Ireland. When you consider that one of my e-mails ended up at your firm, Id say her thinking was inspirational. Her hands tightened on the wheel. It was a fluke that a friend of mine from the LA Genealogical Society forwarded that particular e-mail to me. The chance of that happening was so astronomical, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. Sounds like your sister inherited some of Cillians fabulous genes. Shes very intelligent and hard working. I wish I could say the same for her roommate Sara who more or less invaded the place and makes a nuisance of herself when I happen to drop by. Sara whoever-she-was probably had a terrible crush on Dominic. I once had the same problem when Rick brought a missionary companion of his home for the summer. He wouldnt leave me alone. I can understand his problem, Dominic murmured. How did you handle him? I moved out. It was time anyway. After a silence, Im afraid Ill have to solve my problem some other way. She opened her car door. While you work on a solution, Ill get the food.

Not without me you wont. Jordana got out of the car before he could come around to help her. I saw my fathers car in the driveway at the house. Lets get the food for my parents instead. I know exactly what they like.

TWENTY-ONE

Cork, Ireland

Rian and Sean sat in an unmarked van around the corner from Dominics law firm. Sean stirred restlessly. What do you think is taking Eddy so long? I dont know, but this is the perfect time with Dom away in Belfast. What if those books arent in there? Where else would they be? Eddy has already cased Doms house. He didnt find anything, not even a safe. I know. Maybe theyre at his sports club.

Forgive that. Ive been thinking. Its possible Dom took them to Capetown and theyre sitting someplace no one would think to look. I doubt it, Rian muttered. Thats too far away to trust theyd be safe there. We saw father go to the office vault and hand them over to Dom. They have to be kept in a sealed environment. Doms office has a large enough safe to contain them. I still cant believe theyre worth that kind of money. Father never said. Fathers always been secretive about them. Hes blind when it comes to anything to do with Cillian. Sos Dom. But I can tell you now, if the Sorbonne is willing to get their hands on them for several million pounds, then the right private collector would pay a great deal more. Forget that pompous American! He wants a quarter of the take. No way. Sean nodded. Youre right. We could make enough off them to buy our own gold mine. Im thinking diamonds. He stared at Rian. Why not? That ought to make Father sit up and take a second look. Forget father. As the obnoxious documents dealer had reminded him, Innis wasnt going to be around forever. What Rian would give to see the look on Doms face when Rian inherited the title. Uh oh. Rian blinked. What?

Police cars coming around the corner. Sean let out an epithet. Eddys been had! Lets get out of here. It wasnt like Eddy to make mistakes, but something had definitely gone wrong. As soon as no more police cars were in sight, Rian pulled away from the curb and made a U-turn. Before long they were headed toward Castleross Village. Eddy knows the drill, Sean. If they haul him in, hes to phone George Blackwell to get him off. George has done this kind of work for us before. Ill give him a little bonus for his cooperation. What if its not enough? Dont forget were dealing with Dom. Ive thought of that. George wants into the club. One word from me and a membership is his. Sean sighed in relief. Good thinking. Stick with me. One of these days were going to be king of the mountain.

TWENTY-TWO

Newport Beach, California

Dominic entered her parents home behind Jordana. He carried the food. Now would not be a good time for his hands to fail him. Mom? Dad? In the den, honey, her father called out. Ive brought someone home with me. Is that okay? Her mother made a sudden appearance dressed in pants and a cardigan. Hello. Mom, Id like you to meet one of our clients from Cork, Ireland, Mr. Dominic Ross. Dominic, this is my mother, Miriam Hall.

She was the same size as Jordana with dark-blond hair and hazel eyes. Very attractive. How do you do, Mrs. Hall. Its a pleasure to meet you. Id like to shake your hand, but Here. She rushed forward. Let me take those sacks from you, Mr. Ross. Call me Dominic. By now her father had come in the living room. His plaid flannel shirt reminded him of something Innis would wear. He appeared to be Seans height. The third thing Dominic noticed was his fairly full head of blond hair. Something smells good, he exclaimed before shaking Dominics hand in a forthright manner. Im John Hall. This is Dominic Ross from Ireland, Dad. So I heard. Welcome to Newport Beach, Dominic. Its a beautiful place. Thank you, Mr. Hall. The name is John. Jordana took one of the bags from her mother. We brought dinner. Im afraid weve already eaten, darling, but come on in the study so you two can eat. Speak for yourself, my love, John said. I can always make room for El Farol. The four of them filed into the cozy study with its walls of books. It made Dominic feel at home. After he sat down in one of the comfortable overstuffed chairs he watched Jordana leave the room and come back with plates, forks and sodas.

She helped her mother put out their food on the coffee table, then she made a plate for Dominic. When everyone was served her father looked at him. We always say a blessing first. Do you mind? Of course not. Dominics father led the blessing over Christmas dinner. That was the extent of prayers at Rossmont. . Our Dear Heavenly Father, we thank thee for this food and ask thee to bless it, that it will nourish and strengthen our bodies and do us the good we need. We say this in the name of Jesus Christ, amen. Short and to the point. Dominic liked that. Lets dig in, John suggested. Talk can come in a minute. Dominic smiled. So far Jordanas father was a man after his own heart. So was the food. One bite of the chili verde pork burritos and he couldnt get enough of them. Jordana had been right about Mexican food. He didnt say no when everyone told him to finish up the rest of the guacamole and salsa. She put her plate down first. Dominic has hired me to do some research for his family. Weve just come from Henrys office. My Henry Martin? her father blurted. Jordana laughed. Yes. Hes excited to go golfing with you too. In the meantime he has agreed to fly down to Mexico City and authenticate a baptism entry Dominic needs for court. Johns gaze served to Dominic. That sounds serious.

It is, Jordana murmured. Dad, while Dominics here, can he borrow your copy of Ancient America and the Book of Mormon for a while? Mines still in a box of books I havent opened since I moved back to Shelbys. Of course. He got up and pulled it from the bookshelf before handing it to Dominic. Thank you, John. My pleasure. Jordana sat forward. You know how we all wonder if we were ever related to anyone really important? The second she threw out the question, her parents smiled with that intimacy bespeaking years of family togetherness and sharing. Dominic felt a strange ache for those lost opportunities in his own family. Being with the Halls was like being on the outside of a Christmas card, pressing your nose against the frosted pane to watch the happy people inside gathered around the tree. Well? her father prodded kindly. Are you deliberately trying to keep us in suspense? No. Im still trying to comprehend the greatness of Dominics ancestor. Miriam studied her daughter. How great? Jordana suddenly turned to Dominic with anxious eyes. Can I tell them? You know He did know. Since he already trusted her, he had no problem with the people who raised such a remarkable daughter. If youd like.

An odd stillness settled over her. His ancestor, Cillian Ross, went to Mexico in the early 1800s where he spent his lifes fortune getting the full works of Prince Ixtlilzochitl translated into Spanish and published. Nine volumes of them. After shed delivered her little speech, her parents slowly turned their heads and gave him that same look of wondering awe hed seen on Jordanas face last night. John shook his head. I would have loved to talk to him, he said in a husky voice. Cillian was surely one of the Lords chosen to help bring Christs Gospel out of obscurity. Jordana had said virtually the same thing to Dominic in that exact reverent tone. Miriam nodded, misty-eyed. Its an honor and a privilege to meet one of his descendants, Dominic. Are those volumes in a museum where we can see them? Good question. Dominic cleared his throat. I brought one of them with me. The other eight are back in Cork in my office safe. Safe? both her parents cried out at the same time. They looked utterly puzzled, if not mystified. Its a long story, Jordana broke in. Her father steepled his fingers beneath his chin. Would it be possible to look at the one you brought? He sounded hungry to see it. That was the kind of hunger Dominic had felt the first time hed laid eyes on the volume fifteen years ago. Yes. Well come back with it tomorrow. Jordanas eyes darted to Dominic. That is, if its all right with you. Of course.

Mom and Dad? You wont believe it. Her voice cracked. Its a huge tome with the most wonderful illustrations. I was afraid to touch it. Except for the thought of examining the Golden Plates with my own eyes and hands, nothing has ever thrilled me so much in my life. Dominic sought her gaze. The Golden Plates? Before he could hear her answer, his cell phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and checked the caller ID. It was Keyley. He frowned. What had happened for her to phone him at four in the morning her time? My sisters calling. His gaze flicked to Jordana who looked equally startled that he would be receiving a call from Ireland now. Excuse me for a moment. He got up from the chair and walked into the living room before clicking on. Keyley? Dom-- Thank goodness you answered! The police just called here wanting to speak to you. Your law office was broken into tonight. I phoned Liz. Shes on her way over with her husband to talk to them. I phoned Timothy. Hes on his way too. It seems someone heard glass shattering and called the authorities. Thanks for telling me. Ill call Liz right now, then get back to you. Why do you think anyone would want to break into your office? Hed been asking himself the same question. It could have been burglars looking for money or equipment to steal and his office just happened to be picked. Then again Im not sure. Are you all right? Yes.

Good. Thanks for calling me. Youre a sweetheart. Ill take care of everything. Now you go back to bed. Ill phone you later. Okay. I love you. I love you too. He phoned Liz and Timothy. Between them and the police who were investigating, it was the consensus that nothing had been taken from the office. Theyd dusted for fingerprints. If the burglars were after information in the files, the computers state of the art anti-entry device hadnt allowed them access. As far as they could tell, the vault had remained inviolate. Dominic wasnt about to let anyone look inside his vault to find out, not even the police. Now that he knew what was in the volumes, theyd become doubly priceless to him. He didnt want anyone to learn they were on the premises. There was only one thing to do. Fly to Cork immediately and see for himself. The precious treasure his father had bequeathed him should still be in the vault. If it wasnt, then he knew someone in the Ross family had taken it. None of his family knew what the books contained, but that didnt matter. They just didnt want Dominic to have them. It was probably Rian whod always coveted everything of Dominics and nursed an unhealthy jealousy of him. He and Sean worked at the bank and had probably seen their father removing the books to give Dominic that day he went into his office. Without wasting time he phoned his pilot and made arrangements for the return flight to Cork. It was after eight p.m. now. He needed to drive back to the hotel and gather up his things fast.

In a few swift strides he returned to the den. Jordana? Her concerned green gaze swerved to his. I need another favor from you. Whats wrong? Theres been a break-in at my office in Cork. Oh no! all three cried. I have to fly back there tonight and need a ride to the hotel to get my things. A hand went to Jordanas throat. Im glad it was your office and not your townhouse where Keyley might have been hurt, her voice trembled. So am I, he concurred. Her concern for his sister shouldnt have surprised him. Jordana was an exceptional woman. The more he got to know her, the more he realized what a prize she was. Let me grab my purse. Dominic said goodnight to her parents who couldnt have been more commiserating over the bad news. In a few minutes he escorted Jordana to the car and helped her inside. When he got in the passenger side she said, I can tell youre anxious about something specific. What is it? Ive another gut feeling someone in the family is after Cillians books, probably my brothers. I put them in the wall safe and need to find out if it was opened. I dont want the police doing it. She bit on her lower lip. I dont blame you, Dominic. Theyre beyond price. You need to hurry and find out if theyre still there.

Jordana understood a lot She drove them to the hotel in record time. Ill take you to the airport. Let me gas up at the corner and Ill come back for you in a few minutes. Fifteen minutes later she was waiting for him at the entrance and they took off. Jordana drove with amazing expertise up the Costa Mesa freeway. He had implicit faith in her ability to negotiate the flow of traffic. During the trip she pointed out some of the famous places they were passing, yet she still managed to get them to the airport in record time. After she pulled to a stop he reached for the door handle, but the last thing he wanted to do was get out. She eyed him soberly. Please call me and let me know what you find. That goes without saying. Once youve heard from Mr. Martin, well go from there. Take care of yourself, Jordana. You too. A flush had broken out on her cheeks. He had a gut feeling she was disappointed he had to leave so unexpectedly. That was nothing compared to his own surprising sense of loss. While theyd been eating Mexican food, hed been looking forward to tomorrow in order to get to know her better. Now those plans would have to be put on hold for a few more days. A nerve throbbed at his temple. It was all he could do not to lean over and press a kiss to her lips. And then what? Tell her the truth about his disease? No way

He propelled himself from the car without looking back.

TWENTY-THREE

Jordana awakened Wednesday morning feeling empty and anxious. Her sleep had been fitful. It was all because of Dominic. Ever since her initial phone call to him, shed found herself curious about him. First because of his accent and personality, then the man himself. Even in her pain a year earlier in Cork, hed made an impression and not solely because of his arresting looks. Hed been kind to her and had tried to help her. The man had ended up paying her fare to the airport.

Brad would never have done such a thing for a woman in distress. Her relationship with her ex-husband had been so different. Looking back now she realized how shallow he was in comparison to Dominic. How self-absorbed and weak. Of course thered been an attraction, but Brad had never made an impression like Dominic did without even trying. From the moment of his arrival, shed longed to get to know him better. After her divorce Jordana had thought her interest in men had been burned out of her. But being with Dominic had proved nothing could be further from the truth. She poured herself some juice, then went into the office and proceeded to look up Castleross Village on the Internet. A gallery of pictures came up on the screen. She let out a cry when she saw the enormous castle, home of the Fifth Earl of Rossmont and still home to the Ninth. The description read, Rossmont Castle is a nineteenth century castle of great size and variety designed in Tudor Gothic. In summer tourists throng to capture its essence on camera. Artists clamor to paint this Irish Shangri-la. Jordana studied the picture for a long time. According to Dominic, his parents, his brothers and families and his uncles family were all living there now. But it was so huge they would never have to see each other if they didnt want to. The castle could hold a small village. Dominic had been born there, played on the grounds of the enormous estate. When his father died, he would become the Tenth Earl of Rossmont. Yet at the first opportunity hed walked away from all it represented. Talk about him coming from a different world and strata than Jordana

Whats on the screen? At the sound of Gingers voice, she turned to her. I was curious to see where Viscount Cillian Ross came from. Let me have a peek. By the time Ginger reached her, Shelby had joined them. What are we looking at? Dominics ancestral home in Cork, Ginger blurted, laying it squarely on the line because Jordana couldnt find the words. Shelby made a noise in her throat. After viewing this, Im even more impressed he did the dishes the other morning. The remark troubled Jordana in ways she didnt want to examine right now. Without knowing it Dominic had raised the bar to a level where no other man would ever interest her the same way again. She closed the window on the computer to shut him out, but it didnt do any good. Not when she was waiting for him to call. He had the office number and her cell phone number, so reaching her would be no problem no matter where she was. Since she wasnt fit company for anyone, it was a good thing she had so much work to do. There were some projects she had to finish up before she began working solely for Dominic. Genealogy was like housework. It was never done and would always be waiting for you.

Dominic drove straight to his law firm from the airport. Once hed parked his car and gone inside, he glanced around his office. The glazier had put in new panes. Any bits of shattered glass had been removed. Everything had been restored to normal. Hed told Liz and Timothy to take the day off. Tomorrow would be soon enough for all of them to resume their work schedule. The police had their investigation to carry on. When they came up with any leads or news, they would notify him. Thankfully his treasure still lay untouched in his vault. As he was about to call Jordana with the good news, his cell phone rang. Maybe it was Jenny. Fortunately hed picked up a helicopter and a set of Match Box cars for Petey in Costa Mesa. Later in the day hed take them over to their flat. He glanced at the caller ID. It was Keyley. Dominic clicked on. Hows my favorite sister? Im fine. Where are you? Standing in my office. Oh good. Youre back! Is everything all right? Yes. Nothing was taken. Thank heaven. Tell me about your trip. Are you still at school? Yes. Im on my way to my second class for today. Tell you what. Why dont I come by the townhouse this afternoon. Well go out for an early dinner and talk. Ive got so much to tell you I hardly know where to start. I cant wait.

Me too. See you later. After clicking off he walked into his private office and opened his luggage to retrieve the books Jordana and her father had loaned him. Unable to get her off his mind, he sat down in his swivel chair and called her on her cell phone. Dominic? she answered on the second ring. Her voice sounded slightly breathless. Jordana? Yes? Oh please dont keep me in suspense a second longer. Were the books stolen? Is that why I havent heard from you before now? Her concern thrilled him. Theyre exactly where I left them. Oh, Im so thankful for that. I have to admit Im relieved. Later Ill give you the details. Right now I want to know how you are. Now that youve told me the books are safe, Im fine. Does that mean youre not concerned how I am? No. Her gentle laugh charmed him. Im sure it wasnt a pleasant experience to find that your office was broken into. Except for a shattered window, nothing was taken or damaged so Im not complaining. Did you get a good sleep? Not really. I was too worried about everything. Were you able to sleep on the plane? On and off. Mostly I read from one of the books you gave me. Theres a lot to process.

I know. He took a deep breath. All through the flight I wished you were there so I could ask you what you were talking about at your parents house when you mentioned the Golden Plates. I would love to answer that question and promise Ill tell you anything you want to know another time. But right now I have to go. Another client has come in. Dominic stiffened. The documents dealer? No. An admirer? Yes. He gave me a ten dollar tip the other day for helping him. .Only ten? Hes in his nineties. In his day that was big time spending. A chuckle escaped. The man sounded exactly like Petes grandfather. It brought back a warm memory of years ago when the three of them went fishing together. Ill let you get to work. Expect a call from me around ten tonight your time. We have a lot to discuss. He hung up before she could tell him not to phone.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Cork, Ireland

Mr. Ross? Yes? Mr. Blackwell is on line three. Rians stomach knotted. Hed been expecting this call and wasnt looking forward to it.

He pushed the button. Hello, George. Your boys in trouble, Rian. You should have hired a professional who knew what he was doing. Eddy got rounded up after a fingerprint match up from a burglary last year. Your big brother just called me and wont agree to a plea bargain. He smells a rat and is going all out for a full jury trial. Im going to need more money to pay Eddys bail and make my case. This was a double whammy for Rian. He still had no idea if the books were in Doms office or not. By getting Eddy to take a look around, hed had to part with a small sum of money already. The way things were going, hed be out a lot more before this was through. Ill get you the cash. Im going to need plenty to make sure Eddy doesnt crack while hes waiting for trial. You guarantee youll get him off? Ill take care of it, but its going to cost you. Whens the trial? February seventeenth. Thats too far away. And too close to his uncles court date on the twenty-sixth of the same month. Rian wanted this over soon. The longer Eddy had to wait, the more careless he would become and start talking. No matter what, Rian couldnt afford for Dom to pick up the trail leading back to his own brothers. It could have earthshaking ramifications once his father got involvedand he would.

Get it brought forward to January and Fergus Hollis will be calling to take you to lunch at the Shamrock. Itll be the new membership luncheon if you get my drift. The Shamrock? Rian heard the incredulity in his voice. Thats right. But dont you forget my hands need to be free of stain. Like newly minted silver. An analogy with a vague reference to history he didnt particularly appreciate. The moment Rian hung up, he left his office and went downstairs to the securities department. He eyed Seans secretary. Is he alone?

Yes, Sir. Without hesitation he swept through the door, surprising his younger brother who was on the phone with Doreen. Rian could tell. Sean had that mutinous look on his face only his fractious sister-in-law managed to bring out. While he waited for him to hang up on this latest battle, Rian poured himself a scotch. His brother gave him the sign he was almost through. When he hung up he let a curse fly before joining Rian at the bar. Whats going on? Eddy is whats going on. After telling him everything he said, Weve still got the problem of locating the books. I had a phone call from that documents dealer Chatterton this morning. Hes hungry. I dangled the carrot by telling him I was on the brink of making a decision. His call made me realize our older brother is sitting on something even bigger than we realized. I want those books. Sean gave him one of those rare smiles that reminded him of their father when he was about to pull off another financial coup. I have the solution to our problem and dont know why I didnt think of it sooner.

TWENTY-FIVE

Sunday Dominic didnt leave his house, not even to go for his workout at the sports club pool. After working hard over the last few days to catch up on his law cases, he needed a full day to concentrate on what he really wanted to do. The books Jordana allowed him to bring on the plane drew him like a magnet. After all the years hed spent wondering what Cillians collection contained, he now had the key to the answers and could ponder them to his hearts content.

He spread everything out on the dining room table including volume one. For a little while he examined the pages and pages of words and hieroglyphs. The work that had gone into it staggered him. Cillian must have spent thousands of days and sleepless nights putting all this information together. Dominic marveled over the exquisite printing job done by the publisher. How much had Cillian seen of the finished product? Any of it? A fierce pride in his ancestor welled inside him. A deep curiosity too because it was evident Cillian had been born with a spiritual side to his adventurous nature. The Ross family had never been known for its piety. Quite the opposite in fact. To his recollection no Ross had ever given himself to the church. Religious matters had never been discussed. Over the centuries men had done amazing and horrible things in the name of religion. Some fought and died for it like Calvin and Luther. Like Cillian Could Dominic ever forget the night at the hotel when Jordana started to translate from the tome? She acted like someone whod found the secret of the universe. Her parents had responded exactly the same way. Their reverence for Cillian wasnt an act. They truly believed in his greatness because of his passionate interest in Jesus. Cillian hadnt found that kind of passion within the Catholic church. It had taken those trips to Mexico where he learned from the writings of a prince from the past that Jesus had appeared in the New World. That profound knowledge had set him on fire, awakening his soul to a cause greater than hed ever known. In the end hed given his all, his money, even his life.

The Halls had that same conviction. They believed in Jesus. He wasnt just some mythical entity to them. For the first time in his life Dominic had a desire to talk to his mother about this. Did she think about Jesus in the real sense that he actually existed? It had never crossed his mind to ask her questions of a religious nature. He was like a man whod been asleep all his life and had suddenly been jarred awake. Shaken by thoughts hed never entertained before, he reached for the book on Ancient America. The authors had placed accounts from various sources side by side so you could compare the similarities. He turned to a page entitled Quetzalcoatl (Christ) in Ancient America. From the works of Ixtlitlzochitl he read: And when they were in the height of their power there arrived a man in this land whom they called Quetzalcoatl on account of his great virtues, considering him as just, saintly and good; teaching them by deeds and words the path of virtue and forbidding them their vices and sins, giving laws and good doctrine. And in order to refrain them from their pleasures and dishonesties, he instituted fasting for them and he was the first who worshipped and was the god of rains and of health and the tree of sustenance of life. He appeared in ancient Bountiful-land. They were in the height of their prosperity when in this land arrived a man called Quezalcoatl. He was a favorably disposed man, of grave aspect white and bearded. His dress was a long tunic. He told them they and their descendants would pass through many calamities and persecutions. He told them their children would be masters and possess the land. Dominic had never studied the Holy Bible, but hed read snippets from it growing up under Father Mikes tutelage. The words of Prince Ix werent any different. Not really. He turned to another section that talked about the first group of settlers to Mexico.

Those who are purely Chichimecas, whose kings descend in direct line from their first king and settler, have been warlike men, warriors and fond of power and having the rest in subjection; and because some lead a courteous life, and others are very harsh and of evil thoughts, or haughty and arrogant, fond of killing, it has come about that there are virtuous and evil rulers, and finally, as they themselves say and confess, besides being in their histories, all are of the lineage of Chichimecas, and all their ancestors came, as has been said, from Occidental parts. This passage reminded Dominic of his own family with its various factions. He read on, totally absorbed. Jordana had already translated the part about references to a flood and an Ark. There was another passage following it. And the Tultecas, multiplying, made a very tall and strong Azcualli which means very high tower, in order to shelter themselves in it when the second world should be destroyed. When things were at their best, their language was changed, and not understanding each other, they went to different parts of the world, and the Tultecas, who were as many as seven companions and their wives, who understood their language among themselves, came to these parts, having first crossed large lands and seas, living in caves and undergoing great hardships until they came to this land which they found good and fertile for their habitation. It is the common opinion of all natives of Chichimeca land which is now called New Spain, besides appearing in the demonstration of their pictures, that their ancestors came from Occidental parts and all of them are now called Tultecas, Aculhuas, Mexicanos; and other nations that are in this land say they are of the lineage of the Chichimecas and are proud of it; and the reason is that their first king was called

Chichimecatl, who brought them to this New World, they came from the great Tartary, and they were of those divisions of Babylon, as is declared. And they say they traveled for 104 years through different parts of the world until they arrived at Huehue Tlapalllan their country, which happened in ce Tecatl, for it had been 520 years since the deluge had taken place, which are five ages. Though Dominic didnt read Spanish, he could follow the pictures from Cillians book. The people in them didnt resemble savages as Father Mike had referred to them. He turned back to his reading and came across another passage that talked about the Second Settlers. The Tultecas were the second settlers of this land after the decline of the first. Tolteca means artisan and wise man, because the people of this nation were great artisans and is seen in the ruins of their buildings in this town of Tula and Cholula. As Dominic turned the page, he saw another account of the same time period from the Totonicapan record. The sages of the Nahuales, the chiefs and leaders of their tribes and the U Mamae who joined them, having extended their gaze over the four quarters of the world without having encountered any obstaclesthey came from the other side of the sea, from there where the sun comes up, from the place called Pa Tulan. The principal chieftains were four in number. These factions came together from the other side of the sea, from the Orient. Other accounts from a source called the Torquemada and another called the Book of Mormon from which he hadnt read yet said virtually the same thing. All these accounts verified the same passage.

Dominic stared into space. Every native history did say the ancestors of the Indians from the second group of settlers came from the other side of the world with a knowledge of the Flood, the Ark and the Tower of Babel. That meant they had to have come from Mesopotamia. There could be no other explanation. He read on about a third group of settlers and an account of a calamity from Prince Ix. It was 166 years since they had adjusted their years, and the ancient ones had been destroyed; when the sun and the moon eclipsed, and the earth trembled, and the rocks broke, and many other things and signs took place. This happened in the year of ce Calli, which was the same time when Christ suffered, and they say it happened during the first days of the year. These and many other things the Tultecas comprehended from the creation of the world up to our times. As I have said, these words are not laid out as appeared in the original, I mean all the things that can be found in pictures and histories, for everything is an abridgement in comparison with the histories that the first archbishop of Mexico ordered burned. A violent shudder passed through Dominics body. The word archbishop leaped out at him. The Catholic church in all its arrogance had the audacity to burn another nations history without any scruples. He could imagine Father Mike doing such a thing. Was it any wonder that when Cillian got into this project, he was able to walk away from the false tethers of a dead religion without looking back? So much information to absorb was almost overwhelming. Dominic turned to another passage from Prince Ix.

Great earthquakes, winds and darkness occurred in the area occupied by settlers, at the time when Quetzalcoatl (Jesus) suffered, and they say it happened during the first days of the year. Dominic thought back to his travels to Mexico with Pete. Theyd explored some of the ruins. One tour guide told them there were three other cities underneath Mexico City. At the time Dominic wondered where these people came from, who built these ancient cities. Not one guide could give him an answer. His eyes fell upon Cillians great book. The answers were here. He felt the hairs stand on the back of his neck. What hed give to be able to talk to Cillian face to face. Jordana said his ancestor had been led by the Holy Ghost, a part of the Trinity. His mother said she believed in the Trinity. But did she really? If so, what did she understand about it? Why hadnt she talked to her children about it? Dominic was determined to find out and jumped to his feet. He checked his watch. It was getting late and he needed to drop by Jennys. After locking up Cillians masterpiece--as Jordana called it--in the safe with the others, he put her books in his suitcase and left. Once he had dinner with Keyley, he planned to drive out to Rossmont and have the most serious talk of his life with the gentle woman whod given birth to him. On the way back to his house later, he would phone Jordana. Their conversation Friday night hadnt lasted nearly long enough to satisfy him. Tonight he wouldnt let her get off the phone so easily. He needed answers to dozens of questions. Of course it would be morning her time. She would be going to her church at some point, but he intended to talk to her first.

TWENTY-SIX

Castleross Village, Ireland

As Dominic drove up in the courtyard, Sean was just getting out of his car. He darted Dominic a hostile look. What are you doing out here this late? Sean was acting a trifle too defensive, even for him. More than ever he was convinced his brothers had something to do with the break in at his office. I was about to ask you the same question. Fathers still in town at the Shamrock. I just came from there. Was mother with him?

No. It was mens night out Good. He locked his car and walked into the house ahead of his brother. They parted company in the foyer. Dominic took the stairs two at a time to the next floor and headed toward his parents suite on the west end. Dominic couldnt remember the last time hed been in this part of the castle. Certainly not since hed moved out long ago on that day of liberation. Yet as his mother opened the door to him wearing a soft cashmere robe in a becoming peach color, he wondered for the first time how much his departure was responsible for the shadows in her eyes. She let out a surprised cry when she saw him. Dominic! Her anxious gaze searched his for a reason why he would show up like this unannounced. May I come in? Of course, darling. She welcomed him inside the sitting room and gave him a hug, the kind she always gave him. But when she would have pulled away he kept his arms around her. She smelled good. He remembered the same fragrance from his childhood. When he finally let her go he noticed she had tears in her eyes. As she brushed them away with the back of her hand she said, You havent hugged me like that since the day I came home from the hospital with Keyley. He struggled with his emotions. Petes mother died in childbirth with her last baby. I was afraid you might not come home either. When I saw father help you out of the car holding my new sister, I decided God had answered my prayers. Before then I didnt know if there was a God or not. After Pete died in the waves, Dominic decided

God didnt exist after all. She put a hand to her throat in response. I had no idea you were so frightened. Men arent supposed to show it. His mother gave him a sad smile. At thirteen you seemed very much a man already. I lost you too soon. Im sorry for hurting you. Again he felt her gaze studying him. Something serious has brought you here. What is it? Sit down with me for a minute. By tacit agreement they moved to the couch in front of the fireplace. Have you decided to marry Jenny? I know your fathers opinion on the matter, but I think shes a lovely young woman. I also happen to know youd be a wonderful father to her son. Dominic was surprised and moved by her words. I appreciate your support, mother, but Im not in love with her, nor she with me. I know that, but I also know youd do anything for Peter, even to giving Jenny your name so she and her son will always be taken care of. Shell only let me do so much and no more. Im hoping shell meet a man and fall in love again. Your father will be happy to hear it. Hes been afraid Jenny has prevented you from looking for anyone else. Jenny isnt the reason. No matter what Dr. Shay said, Dominics disease was going to worsen. Im glad you havent married yet.

Dominic chuckled in surprise. Then youre the most unusual mother I know. Im the luckiest, she came back. You were special from the moment you were born. Ive never felt the women youve known were worthy of you. Thats an interesting choice of word for someone already labeled the black sheep of this family. Im proud of my black sheep. He felt her love and his throat swelled. Thank you, he whispered. Mother? Do you believe in God? Her brows met. Yes, she finally answered. What about the Holy Ghost? You mean the Trinity? He got to his feet. No, I mean the Holy Ghost himself. Himself? Dominic rubbed the back of his neck. Tell me what the Trinity means to you exactly. Darling She stood up. You know what it means. Once upon a time you went to mass. Taking a deep breath he said, Ive met someone who said Cillian was inspired to produce his collection of books by the spirit of the Holy Ghost. Ive never heard anyone single out the Holy Ghost that way before. Have you? She stared at him like shed never seen him before. Im not sure what youre getting at, but I believe in the Trinity. Why?

Well, I suppose because my parents did. He paced for a minute then stopped. If your parents hadnt believed in it, then what? Im sure I dont know. How do you know the Trinity exists? She shook her head. All these questions Does it upset you that you cant answer that one? It never used to bother me one way or the other, but now I want to know. Know what, darling? About God, and Jesus and the Holy Ghost. His mother braced her hip against the end of the couch. Somethings happened to you since you went to the States. Tell me. Youd better sit down again. This is going to take a while. Let me start off by saying I know what Cillians books are all about. Against fathers express orders never to show the books to anyone, I took one of them to California with me. Their existence explains why Cillian died in debtors prison. For the next half hour his mother sat there spellbound while he explained everything. When hed finished, she remained quiet for a few minutes. He understood. There was too much to absorb in one session. Finally she lifted her head. I dont dare tell your father his ancestor found Jesus in the New World, let alone that he wanted the whole world to know about it. He studied her through veiled eyes. It would knock the foundations from under him.

She rose to her feet and walked over to him. Only the news that you have followed in Cillians footsteps could do more damage. Are those your sentiments too? For answer she laid her hand against his cheek. I can see a fires been lit inside my son. I wouldnt extinguish it for the world. Mother, he whispered. The sound of a door opening brought both their heads around. His father looked from one to the other. I saw your car parked outside. Whats going on? This is the first chance Ive had to visit since I got back from California. I thought you should know Ive hired a genealogist to help us trace Cillians son. Teddy can keep searching, but Id like to increase our chances of a find by adding another expert. Innis removed his tweed jacket and tie. You think hes better than Teddy? Hes a she. Jordana Hall is an expert on Mesoamerica. She has already found the baptismal record of a Padraig, son of Cillian Ross, in Mexico City, but she has warned me it still might not be our Cillian. Only time will tell. Her fathers friend, Henry Martin, is an international documents expert. Hes flying down to Mexico to authenticate it. Just so you know, shell be flying here on the second of January so we can prepare to go before the judge on the fourth. I arranged for a private hearing to get the jump on Uncle Logan. Jordana will be staying at the townhouse with Keyley. It was the rare occasion his father hugged him. This was one of them.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Mexico City, Mexico

Henry Martin gripped his briefcase tighter and approached Dr. Ruiz who ran the forensics lab where Henry had privileges. The other man left his desk and walked over to him with a smile. How are you, Senor Martin? Muy bien. And you? I cant complain.

Thats good. I would like you to meet Senor Gutierrez of the Distrito Diocese. He kindly came with me to show you a book of baptismal entries. I want your opinion on one of them. Thats fine. Bring it in the other room. They followed him through a door to his workroom. Senor Gutierrez pulled the book from his briefcase and laid it on the table. Its right here. Henry opened it to the page in question. Take a close look and tell me what you see. Dr. Ruiz put on his glasses and turned on the desk light. He took several minutes before he said, It looks like this page was torn out and then repaired. Thats my opinion. Now the question arises if it was torn out on purpose. Senor Gutierrez denies any knowledge of it being damaged or repaired by his staff. The forensics expert lifted his head and stared at Henry. What is your thinking? Im working on a very special case. Its vital I get at the truth. Id like to run a test. Of course. Im assuming you want to check this torn piece against the rest of the book in case the age of the gal ink is not the same. Henry nodded. Lets get started. With Senor Gutierrezs permission, Dr. Ruiz removed the page in question and the one behind it, so he could work with both. Then he subjected the sheets to a fuming method. In a few minutes he showed it to Henry who shook his head. The chemical reaction on the ink of both papers shows no difference.

For some reason he still wasnt satisfied. An image of Dominic Ross wouldnt leave his mind. The man had something of monumental significance to the world in his possession. Jordana was relying on Henry for his expert opinion. He always needed to be absolutely positive about his verifications. In this case it had become personal. Lets do another test. Put them in the video spectral compactor. Id like to see if the ultraviolet examination shows up anything irregular. Si. They walked around to the apparatus. Do the paper thats not in question first. Dr. Ruiz nodded. After examining it he said, No abnormalities, Senor Martin. Henry could see that. Now for the this one. Again Dr. Ruiz performed the same test. Ah Henry looked closer and saw what the other man saw. The ink ran in a faint single direction and cracked like alligator skin. That irregularity came from the artificial aging of homemade ink. See the downward running of the ink. That means the document was hung to dry. Yes, Dr. Ruiz said excitedly. That would explain those faint clip marks here and here. Let me do one more thing. He ran another test applying heat. This area here has been sprayed with sodium hydroxide. I can tell by the odor. To be thorough, he submitted the other paper to the same test. Theres no odor on this one. Well, well, well. Henry turned to Senor Gutierrez. The tests are conclusive. This entry is a forgery and could be a case for the FBI and the Irish authorities. Ill keep

it in my possession for the time being. These agencies will be contacting both of you gentlemen for your depositions. Dr. Ruiz nodded before taping the other page back in the record book so Senor Gutierrez could put it away in his briefcase. May I have one of your large lab envelopes, Dr. Ruiz? Of course. In a minute Henry had the page in question put safely away in his briefcase. On his way to the airport he would phone Jordana. It was noon here. She was an hour behind and would be at work. With time of the essence, she needed to know the results of his visit. Knowing her shed already put in a lot of hours trying to trace names from a fictional Cillian Ross. Thank you very much, Dr. Ruiz. You always do great work. He winked at Henry. So do you. I almost feel sorry for the forgerer youre tracking. So did Henry, especially if Dominic Ross ever got hold of him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Costa Mesa, California

When Jordana heard Shelby call to her, she was in the kitchen making a sandwich. She hurriedly finished up and carried it on a plate to her desk. Its Henry Martin on the phone. Line two. For one moment shed wondered if it was Dominic. Hed been waiting in anticipation of Henrys call too. She sat down and picked up the receiver, pressing button two. Hi, Henry! Im thrilled you called. Where are you by the way?

Im at the airport waiting for my flight back to L.A., but the news for you and Mr. Ross couldnt wait. His tone of voice alerted her something was wrong. Is it bad? Im afraid so. To come straight to the point, the information e-mailed to you from the diocese came from a page that was planted in the original baptismal record. Planted? I cant believe it! she cried, utterly incredulous It was a very clever forgery, but definitely not a part of the original record. She moaned. Dominic was counting on this so the judge would give him more time before another court date. I warned him not to be too confidant, but I was thinking in terms of it being the wrong Cillian. Its a work of pure fiction, he declared. Im sorry. Whod have dreamed you would actually discover something fraudulent! Lamentably it happens, as we both know. After hearing Mr. Rosss story, I find this extremely suspect. So do I. The Irish genealogists whove been working for his family a long time have never come across this particular information. He was shocked Id found it so fast. Frankly so was I when he dictated his request. It makes me think it has to be a very recent insertion. No question about it. Henry? Youve seen this kind of thing before. Whats your guess as to the reason why?

In Dominics case, Im not sure. Speaking in general terms, Ive known some unscrupulous historical documents dealers who create and plant evidence in order to make thousands of dollars off an important document thats been missing. Or they present a false document that was never known to be in existence, thus undermining or negating a premise that has never been questioned before. Her thoughts flashed to Jeff Hopkins whod first made the request about Cillian. She couldnt imagine him being the guilty party. In fact she didnt want to believe he could be requesting information for someone who could be implicated in a fraudulent scheme of some kind, but Henrys discovery left her to question everything. I know this has come as a blow, Jordana, but with 500 million pounds sterling at stake, anythings possible. I agree. For what its worth, Ive called in the FBI on this. Theyre sending someone down to Mexico wholl be investigating anyone to do with the baptismal book. A list will be made of everyone who has requested a search of Cillian Ross or handled the record itself. When this agent reports to me, Ill let you and Dominic know. How long will he be in Costa Mesa? Her eyes closed for a moment. He left for Cork last week because someone broke into his law office while he was in California. His secretary didnt think anything was missing, but he had to make certain. Have they caught the person yet? Yes, but hes not talking. A court dates been set for mid January. Sounds like this whole business is a case for the Irish authorities too.

Im thinking the same thing. Since Dominic had told Henry about the existence of the nine priceless volumes, they were both worried over this latest development. Swallowing with difficulty she said, Henry? I cant thank you enough for flying down there. When Dominic hears about this, hell be indebted to you. I was happy to do it. Mr. Ross is a lucky man to have hired you to do his genealogy. Not everyone is as thorough. By asking me to authenticate that document, youve saved him and yourself a great deal of grief. Now that you know the information is false, you can start looking for evidence of Cillian Rosss son in some other place. Thats exactly what I intend to do. But first she needed to phone Dominic and give him the news. He wasnt going to like it. Have a safe flight home, Henry. Talk to you soon. After asking Shelby to finish covering her on her lunch break, Jordana took her sandwich into the back bedroom. While she ate, she rang Dominic on his cell phone. It would be seven-thirty p.m. there. Hopefully he was home. After the second ring he picked up. Jordana? If you hadnt phoned me, I intended calling you before going to bed. Forgive me for disturbing you if youre eating dinner. Dont ever ask for my forgiveness, he broke in. Youre working for me now and have every right to call no matter the hour. Understood? Yes. Have you heard from Henry yet? She bit her lip. Yes. Im afraid I have something to tell you youre not going to

like.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Cork, Ireland

A certain nuance in Jordanas voice caused Dominics good mood to dissipate. Go ahead. He was on his way home from the hotel where hed had dinner with some of his old rugby team players. Once she started to explain, Dominic ran the gamut of emotions. Oddly enough by the time shed finished relating her conversation with Mr. Martin, Dominic had recovered from his disappointment.

In truth, hed been incredulous from the start that shed come across the right Cillian Ross so fast. Now it all made sense. The entry was a forgery! Under the circumstances, this played right into his hands. Its all right, Jordana. On the way home from California, I thought about your warning that it might not be the right Cillian. Because you prepared me, I decided to take your advice and speak to the judge. Already? Hes a friend. Ive been granted a private hearing in his chambers on the fourth of January. It will give you enough time to prepare before flying over so we can appear together before him. The silence on her end was tangible. You honestly need me to do that? Yes. Your colleagues didnt have to convince me that you could persuade the judge to change the court date due to extenuating circumstances. When you testify to what Mr. Martin discovered, and I present the judge with the police report of the office break-in, I have a feeling hell grant us the stay we need and put off the February court date for a reasonable period of time. In that case Id better get off the phone and start looking for the non fictional Cillian Ross. Ill keep you posted on line. Goodnight, Dominic. Goodnight, he murmured, not liking that shed cut their phone call short. Even thousands of miles apart, she kept trying to distance herself from him. He decided it was time to do something major about that problem. After pocketing his phone, he drove straight to the townhouse. No sooner did he knock on the front door than Sara answered it. Youre a hard man to catch on the run.

Sara, he acknowledged her. Now that youre home from Belfast, my parents want you to come to dinner tomorrow evening. Im afraid I cant, but please thank them for me. Wheres Keyley? He walked past her to the kitchen. Sara followed. She took Samson out for a run. I expect shell be back shortly. Thats good. I need to talk to both of you. Ooh. She tossed her hair over her shoulders. You make it sound like were naughty little girls who need a lecture. It was a fact Sara needed one. While he made himself a cup of coffee, he heard Keyley call to him from the front of the house. Im in the kitchen! Samson headed for him first, then back to his sister. She gave him a big hug. How was your reunion with your buddies? He smiled at her. Like it always is. Rousing. Ill bet. Is everything back to normal at your office now? Yes, thank goodness. Keyley, I was just telling Sara I need to talk to both of you. Now seems the perfect time. What is it? She poured fresh water in the dogs bowl and placed it in the corner. After taking a few sips of the hot liquid he said, The genealogist Ive hired is coming to stay for a while. Ive decided to move her in here where she can use the study for an office.

Saras jaw went slack. For how long? The same question lurked in Keyleys eyes, but it was her way to listen first. Not so her roommate who stood in the background wearing a mutinous expression. Im not sure yet. When will she be arriving? On the second of January, about three weeks from now. Jordana didnt know that yet. How old is she? Dominic eyed Sara in exasperation. Old enough to know exactly what shes doing, he stated bluntly. Keyley put a hand on his arm. What can I do to help you get ready? He could always count on his sister who understood that war was about to break out in the Ross family over the impending court case. She had a generous enough heart to let a stranger move in without questioning it. I appreciate the offer, but when the time comes Ill ask Mrs. Conal to come over and get the extra bedroom ready for her. Shell know what I want done. Is this genealogist from Cork? The more Sara dug for answers, the more she was going to hate them. That was the idea. Hopefully shed move out over Christmas while Keyley went home to Rossmont for the Holidays and save him and Keyley the trouble. Shes an American. Her name is Ms. Hall. Knowing hed just come from California, Keyley showed no surprise. He couldnt say as much for Sara who looked stunned by the news. Anticipating her next

question he added, Shes part owner of an established genealogy firm. Im lucky to have found her. He drained the rest of his coffee. I expect you girls have studying to do, so Ill take myself off. Goodnight. After giving Keyley another hug he left the house, anticipating the moment when Jordana would cross over the threshold. Too bad he couldnt install her in his own house, but that would be madness to even entertain the thought.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Cork, Ireland

Brad Cahill had just flown in from the Cayman Islands where hed deposited money to his Rudolfo Munoz account from the sale of the Godwin Swift prayer. Hed dressed in a white turtleneck beneath a corduroy jacket with leather patches at the elbows. Inside his expensive black Castilian boots he wore lifts, adding two inches to his height. Like dj vu he took a taxi to the Rossmont Financial Institution of Ireland, strolled into the foyer and asked to speak to Mr. Sean Ross in the Securities Department. He spoke English with a Spanish accent. Tell his secretary Im a broker here about the sale of a vintage Rolls Royce he might be interested in.

While Brad waited, he slicked back his hair hed touched up with a washable darker brown tint to match his small, tinted goatee. The receptionist told him to go down the right corridor, then turn right again and he would find Sean Rosss office. Brad thanked the gentleman and strolled through the halls once more. The secretary inside told him to sit down. Mr. Ross would be coming back from lunch shortly. When Brad finished here, he planned to spend a week with Mona before he had to get back to Los Angeles. He had a new project he was working on and needed to get busy in his lab in Artesia. Over the Christmas break he would work on a letter from Margaret Anna Cusack to her fianc Charles Holmes before he was killed. After his death she became the Nun of Kenmare and turned out many famous writings. Brad had already contacted Jeff Hopkins. By spring Jordana ought to have found the right Cusack and the right Holmes to approach. Ten minutes later the secretary told him he could go in. Mr. Ross must have come in through a back entrance to his suite. The two men shook hands. He was a little shorter than Rian Ross. What makes you think Im interested in a Rolls, he asked after theyd both sat down. He and his brother could be twins the way they responded. Well sir, he said in his Spanish accent, if I had your kind of money, Id probably invest in a lot of vintage automobiles. Youd be surprised what some of the oil sheikhs will pay to own one. As much as ten times the going price if its the model Im handling. But thats not the only reason Im here.

Word is out your family has a collection of rare books in Spanish. Im in contact with a very old, titled family from Toledo, Spain. The Duke is a collector of precious books. I have to tell you hed pay top price for such a possession. More than a university? the other man blurted. Brad had his attention now. Of course. A university has a cap on the funds it can spend for any document no matter how valuable. The Duke does not. Someone else has already approached my brother about it. I dont doubt it. Youre in the banking business and know better than anyone that money makes the world go round. It makes my world go round, he added with a smile. If youre interested in pulling off something your brother doesnt know about, call me. May I use your pad? The other man nodded. Brad got up and reached for the paper. He wrote down the name Rudolfo Munoz and his cell phone number, then tore the page off and handed it to him. What is your percentage in all this? He shrugged his shoulders. Whatever you deem fair. He made a slight bow. What is it you people say in your country? Have a nice day.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Costa Mesa, California

The UPS man came in the door of the office carrying a medium sized box. Ginger signed for it and took it from him. Merry Christmas! she called to him before he disappeared outside. Theyd been receiving presents from people all week, even candy from Arthur Bollinger and Henry Martin. Earlier in the day a florist had delivered a gorgeous red azalea, compliments of Jeff Hopkins. Hed already paid them a big bonus on top of the money than theyd charged him on the Godwin Swift search. They could thank Ginger for those finds.

At the moment the three of them were knee deep in a search for a clients ancestor from Ecuador. Tomorrow would be their last work day until after New Years. Except for spending Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with her family, Jordana intended to return to the office and work on Cillian Ross. The Second of January would be here shortly. Shed give anything to arrive in Cork with something to show for Dominics faith in her. Shelby approached Ginger carrying a pair of scissors. Lets get that box opened. Together they cut the packing tape, then came the bubble wrap. Wow! Ginger pulled out a beautiful gift basket filled with fruit, cheese and packaged chocolates. Hmm, from Nieman Marcus no less. Ive found the card. Shelby drew it from the little envelope. I think of the Orange Coast Genealogy Firm as my own private pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Merry Christmas! With fondest regards, Dominic Ross. Only one person with gold hair around here, Shelby murmured. You should be the one opening this, Jordana. His own private pot, Ginger teased. Jordana shook her head. You guys never stop do you. Thats because Dominic Ross is the gift that keeps on giving to you. Havent you noticed? She continued to scroll down for the right name from a military record. Hes so grateful for everything, he doesnt know when to quit. To interpret it as anything else would be a serious mistake. Like you, I find him immensely attractive physically and mentally. I know were all infatuated with him. What woman wouldnt be? Hes like a

man whos bigger than life, come to life. Why dont we just accept our feelings and not read anything more into them. For once the girls had no response. As Shelby carried the basket to the kitchen she tossed Jordana a tangerine. Ginger followed her through the office with the empty carton. Dominics generosity deserved a thank you card they could all sign and send express courier along with one of their calendars printed for next year. If Jordana sent something personal from herself, it would be an acknowledgement that she valued him more than just a client. She didnt dare do that. It would have the effect of opening Pandoras box. If Jordana hadnt gained wisdom from her experience with Brad, then she hadnt learned anything from the travail shed gone through in the past year.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Cork, Ireland

The bad news about the forgery had put Innis in a fierce temper. Dominic chose to forego dinner at the castle. Instead he drove out early to have breakfast with Keyley and his mother. After they exchanged Christmas gifts, he left the presents hed bought for the rest of the family and headed back to Cork. The rest of the day he planned to spend with Jenny and her mother, Bridget Cairnes. Petey loved his Hot Wheel racetrack. Dominic sat next to him on the floor where they played for at least two hours. The little chaps excitement reminded him of Pete. Jenny perched herself on a tall stool in front of an easel to work on a painting, thrilled by the art supplies hed given her. She was attending an art class. Dominic felt

she had real talent and urged her to get enough canvases together for a show. In front of Bridget he announced he was going to sponsor her at a trendy gallery in the city. He knew her art would sell well. Bridget agreed, but Jenny remained quiet. After another delicious meal, Dominic stretched out next to Petey. Bridget eventually left to go back to her flat in the same complex. Now they were alone. As he turned to shift position, he caught Jennys gaze. Ive done something wrong, but I dont know what it is. Its not you, Dom. Its other people who think Im a kept woman. He jackknifed into a sitting position once more. If he hadnt already had this discussion with his mother, hed be angry enough to let go with a curse. Since Petes funeral the rumors had been flying, but hed been so focused on atoning for his friends death, he hadnt realized Jenny was paying a price. Without conscious thought hed made her a victim. Have you met someone? he asked in a quiet voice. Her brown eyes softened. Maybe, but hes shy and would never go up against the great national rugby hero Dominic Ross himself. Shed just delivered a powerful kick herself, but he had a counter attack guaranteed to win the match. I told you my genealogist is coming to Cork on January Second for the private hearing with the judge. What I havent confided is that Im going to ask her stay on. Jenny put the brush down and stepped off the stool. He had her attention now. For how long? Indefinitely.

Petey kept making racecar sounds, yet there was a noticeable stillness surrounding Jenny. How old is she? Your age. After a moment she moved closer. Whats she like? What was Jordana like? There are no words. Her soulful brown eyes rounded in comprehension. He got to his feet. I need to get home and call her to finalize the plans for her flight. Tomorrow Im leaving for Capetown and wont be back until New Years Eve. If you need anything before then, call me. That gives you a week to work your magic on this quiet chap who has the eyes and brains God gave him to see how wonderful you are. A blush tinged her cheeks, but she looked hesitant. You dont think Im terrible? Dominic frowned. For having feelings again? Dont you think Pete would have wanted that for you? If I know him, hes on the other side cheering for you. A smile broke through the clouds. So you believe in the after life? Honestly? She nodded. I dont know. I just said it because I miss him so much. What hed give for him to still be alive! Her eyes glazed over. I dont know either, but Id like to think hes there somewhere, that this life isnt all there is. Me too. The urge to sit down with Cillian was growing stronger every day. After kissing Petey, he gave her a hug and left the flat wearing the new wool scarf shed given him. He was so eager to hear Jordanas voice, he couldnt wait any longer to call her.

Once inside his car he checked the time. It was noon in Newport Beach. He hoped she wouldnt mind an interruption in the middle of her Christmas Day celebration. Even if she did, it was too late now. Hed already whipped out his phone. On the fourth ring she answered, Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas, Jordana. Did you have a good one? Yes. How about you? We just finished opening presents. Later were going to have dinner. Whenever he talked to her over the phone her voice had a breathless quality he loved. I want to thank you for the fabulous gift basket you sent to the office. We divided up the goodies to take home and enjoy. Im afraid Ive already devoured my portion of the chocolate truffles. He smiled. Im glad you enjoyed them. Youll be getting a special thank you note from all of us delivered to your law firm. Ill look forward to reading it after I get back from Capetown. There was an odd silence. Youre going away over the Holiday? Yes. I have business interests there. This is a good time to take care of things. Ill be back by New Years Eve. Thats one of the reasons Im calling. All you have to do is be at the same terminal where you saw me off. Be there at seven a.m on the Second. My pilot will fly you over. She let out a quiet gasp. I couldnt let you spend your money like that.

Jordana, Jordana. Youre working for me now. I want you here in Cork at my convenience, not at the mercy of the airlines. But Dont worry about a hotel, he broke in. Ill take care of it. All you have to do is get ready to come. Bring your passport. The weathers the same here, so theres no problem. Theres every problem, Dominic, her voice trembled. He ground his teeth. If youre talking about a man youve met since your divorce who doesnt want you to leave, then we need to talk about it. The sudden quiet on her end was reassuring. Maybe I misunderstood your interest in this case. Tell me now if youre not fully committed. Ill cancel the hearing with the judge. No. Dont do that. I only meant that I dont want to take advantage of your generosity. Then we understand each other, he muttered, intensely relieved. Ill meet the plane on the Second. Hopefully youll be able to sleep on the flight over. The bed on the jet is very comfortable. Until then, Jordana.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Cork, Ireland

The customs agent handed Jordana her passport. Ms. Hall? If youll go through those doors, Mr. Ross is waiting for you. At the mention of his name, her pulse raced. Thank you. She picked up her suitcase, cognizant that this wasnt like the last time shed arrived in Ireland with no one to meet her. The memory of what had been awaiting her at Brads hotel seemed so distant, it was like recollecting her tonsillectomy when she was six. Though she recalled there had been pain after shed awakened from the anesthetic, she couldnt remember how it felt.

Jordana? Shed thought that with all the male Irish voices floating around her, Dominics wouldnt be distinct. What a fool she was. There was no getting away from the fact that hed taken possession of her thoughts whether shed been conscious of it or not. Of necessity her eyes lifted in his direction, but any greeting was caught in her throat to see him move toward her wearing tan trousers and a black cashmere sweater. Her gaze met his. They blazed a brilliant blue beneath expressive brows and hair as dark as midnight. Hello, she managed to articulate after realizing shed been staring at him, absolutely witless. Im having the same problem, he murmured almost indistinctly before relieving her of the suitcase. You pack light. I wont be here that long. An enigmatic expression entered his eyes. How was your flight? With me the only passenger, it couldnt be anything but wonderful. Not that Im ungrateful, Dominic, but to send your jet to California just to pick me up is sinful. Its just money, Jordana, he cut her off with a tone of authority. Probably his courtroom voice. In this case I used it for something of unprecedented importance. I know, she whispered. Then lets not discuss money again. The cars outside. Shall we go? He cupped her elbow to usher her from the busy terminal. Though she was wearing high heels with her wool outfit, she still felt dwarfed by his height. Since hed

parked his blue BMW in a zone designated for VIPs, they didnt have to walk far. She heard some wolf whistles coming from a car full of guys passing by. Maybe she imagined that he pulled her closer. Its a good thing Im here to protect you. Wrong. She needed someone to protect her from Dominic. Once they were ensconced in the leather interior, he flashed her a penetrating glance she did her best to avoid. With your hair and eyes, the bright red of your suit is stunning. Thank you. She continued looking everywhere except at him. When you appear before Judge Gelvey, he wont be able to concentrate. On that note he started up the car. Before long theyd left the airport for the trip into Cork. It was already dark out. She wouldnt be able to get her bearings until tomorrow. During the drive, Dominic gave her a fascinating account of the old seaport town where the Titanic made its last stop before its fateful voyage. She could have listened to him for hours, especially with that accent.. However it was only a ten minute ride to reach the city. Do two rivers run through Cork? No, but the River Lee forms two channels that divide it. With all those bridges, its very charming. Theres something about living by water. I agree.

He turned on to a street she couldnt begin to pronounce. Eventually they came to another street called Blackrock Road. She could tell the area was exclusive. Soon he slowed down in front of a two-story, half-timbered townhouse and shut off the motor. You said youd arranged a hotel for me, Dominic. He turned in the seat, putting his arm behind hers. His eyes glittered a deep blue in the semi darkness. After the way you let me have the run of your house and office, did you honestly think I would do any less for you? Its my turn to take care of you, so lets not waste time discussing it. He could always defeat her with his own compelling brand of logic. All right. We wont. Good. My sister wants to meet the woman who unlocked the mystery of Cillians books, among other things. It was a privilege, Dominic. Im still in awe. Ill bet youre tired too. Thats a killer flight. Youre going to want an early night in surroundings more comfortable than a strange, sterile hotel room. The girls live in the top half. Youll have your own suite on the main floor. Should you be attacked by insomnia, you can fix yourself something to eat in the kitchen. If you dont feel like using your laptop, the computer in the study is at your disposal. Consider it your work room while youre here. There was no stopping him. Youve made me feel very welcome. I hope your sister wont mind the intrusion. On the contrary, shes looking forward to it.

Jordana scrambled from the car to avoid his help. By the time shed reached the porch, hed caught up to her with her suitcase in hand. She heard barking on the other side of the door. Your sisters wolfhound? His eyes smiled. You remembered. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. Of course. Our family always had a dog. You cant help but love them to death. He pushed the door open. Samson has already detected your scent. He thinks you smell marvelous. Stop saying things like that. He can probably smell the food I had for lunch on the plane. A low laugh escaped his throat, causing her insides to melt. That was the condition she was in when a tall striking college girl with long black hair hurried toward them. She had Ross written all over her. Samson rushed out and made circles around Jordana, provoking laughter from the three of them. He sniffed at her hands and purse, then the hem of her suit skirt She reached out and gave him a good scratch behind his ears. Getting in his face she said, Youre a handsome dog, arent you, Samson. For a reward, he gave her a lick on the lips. Oh no, Samson Keyley cried out in dismay.

Its all right, Jordana assured her with a smile. Our dogs used to kiss me all the time. Since hes taller than any we owned, Ill remember not to lean down too far unless Im asking for another lick. They moved deeper into the attractive foyer. Dominics eyes held hers for a heartstopping moment before he said, Jordana? Id like you to meet my only sister. Keyley? This is Jordana Hall. Hi, his sister said with a broad smile of her own. They shook hands. Its so nice to meet you. Its a pleasure to meet you too, Keyley. In case you didnt know it already, your brother thinks the world of you. I feel the same way about him. I have a brother Rick Im crazy about too. Were both lucky. Keyley nodded. If youre hungry, Ive got dinner ready in the kitchen whenever you want to eat. That sounds terrific. Thank you. Dominic put a hand behind her waist. Ill show you to the bedroom where you can freshen up first. They walked on shiny oak floors to the master suite which turned out to be surprisingly spacious. A couch, table and chairs formed a conversation area in front of the fireplace at one end. A king size bed sat at the other. The tastefully decorated room of dove gray and leaf green belonged to a man.

There was no question this was Dominics room when he stayed over with his sister. She couldnt let him do this, but she would have to tell him after dinner when they were alone. The bathroom is through that door. Take all the time you need, then walk through to the kitchen. Itll be down the hall on your right. Lets go, Samson. Jordana needs her privacy. The dog made a moaning sound, but he obeyed Dominics command. She heard the door click shut, leaving her to her own devices for a few minutes. Slowly Jordana looked around. The moment was surreal. She was here in Cork, Ireland, in one of Dominic Rosss townhouses. Not that she felt strange exactly. If anything it seemed very natural to be with him again. Too natural. His sister couldnt have been nicer or more welcoming. Maybe it was the picture of Rossmont Castle she couldnt get out of her mind. No matter how normal his life might seem to anyone looking in right now, they would only be seeing a tiny piece of a whole mosaic. One that included an ancient family history of princes, castles, titles, fortunes, wealth, privilege. The kind of life more than ninety-nine percent of the world couldnt even imagine. She couldnt imagine it, yet because of a freak accident that had caused Anna to send her Dominics urgent e-mail, here she was. Not wanting to hold up dinner, she washed her face and ran the brush through her curls. When she was ready, she followed Dominics directions to the modern looking kitchen. She would have found it by the delicious aroma wafting through the air. A delightful dining nook bordered by a large bay window caught her eye.

Keyley worked at the sink. Dominic stood at the stove, tasting something from a pan. He darted Jordana what seemed like a mischievous glance. His mother could probably relate some amazing tales about her first-borns antics. How sad his home life had been so impossible, hed left. Surely his mother grieved over losing him sooner than shed been ready to let him go. Have a seat and well serve you. Keyley has made you my favorite meal. Youll either hate it or love it. Dom his sister protested. He smiled at Jordana. Its a private joke between Jordana and me. Rest assured my comment had nothing to do with your excellent culinary skills. Jordana couldnt hold back her own smile

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Vibrant yellow tulips had been placed in the center of the rectangular table covered in a lovely white lace cloth. Tulips were miraculous for this time of year. As Jordana sat down. she noticed four places had been set. I understand you have a roommate, Keyley. Yes. Shes upstairs and should have been down helping me by now. Our dinner is ready and waits for no man, Dominic declared, bringing two covered casseroles to the table. Keyley followed with a salad of greens and a rounded loaf of bread. She sat on one side of Jordana. Dominic took the other.

He flicked her another glance. Hand me your plate and Ill serve you. She did his bidding. The flowers are gorgeous, Keyley. I brought them from our familys greenhouse. Our familys greenhouse. Incredible. This is called haggerty, he explained. It looked like scalloped potatoes and onions to her. And this is roast salmon with tomato sauce. So Dominic was a fish man. She waited until they were served, then took a bite of everything. Knowing Dominic was waiting for her to say something, she couldnt prevent herself from teasing him. Rather than give him her verdict now, she avoided his gaze. While the two of them made desultory conversation, she ate everything on her plate first. Finally she raised her eyes to Keyley. The potatoes are out of this world, and the salmon is to die for. Did I detect basil in the sauce? Yes. There was something else too that gave it a piquant flavor. I peppered the fish first. That was it. Youll have to give me the recipe. Keyley flushed with pleasure. Im glad you liked it. Did you bake this delicious bread too? No. It came from the bakery. Well, you could open your own restaurant in Newport Beach and run El Charro out of business. El Charro?

To her shock, Dominics hand reached out to cover hers. Once before hed done that to convey his gratitude, but no other person had been witness. Unfortunately his sister would interpret this gesture as something else altogether. Its Jordanas favorite Mexican restaurant. She tried to pull her hand away, but he was stronger and kept it where it was. Suddenly Keyleys roommate entered the kitchen. The girl had long brown hair and was fashionably thin. She looked pointedly at his possessive hold of Jordana, then her gaze leveled on Dominic. I didnt know youd already started to eat. Why didnt you call me? No one seemed to feel the need to respond. It didnt take a psychic to know the girl had a monster crush on the man still retaining Jordanas hand in his grasp. Her pouting attitude was such an unpleasant change from Keyleys sweet nature, Jordana could see it was a mismatch. Sara Flynn, Id like to introduce you to Jordana Hall from California, Keyley said. Jordana stood up to shake the other girls hand, forcing Dominic to let go of hers. Its nice to meet you, Sara. She didnt smile back. You too. I must say you dont look like a genealogist. I think our image is on a par with librarians. I once had a thing for a librarian, Dominic interjected, provoking a chuckle from his sister. Sara remained stone-faced. I envy you living here with such a fabulous cook, Sara. Im pretty hopeless in the kitchen these days except to warm up frozen TV dinners in the microwave.

In the silence that followed, Dominic chose that moment to get up from the table. She watched him walk around to squeeze Keyleys shoulders. Jordanas right. You outdid yourself. Thanks, Dom. He gave her a kiss on the cheek. If you two will excuse us, well have dessert a little later. Before she could countenance it, he caught Jordana around the shoulders and walked her out of the kitchen. They moved down the hall to the study. It was a cozy, wonderful room with shutters at the windows, a bookcase on one wall, a desk with state of the art computer equipment and comfy leather chairs and loveseat. Once hed closed the walnut paneled doors shutting the world out, she eased away from him. Folding her arms she said, I take it Sara is supposed to believe you and I have more going for us than a professional relationship. Dominic was still lounging against the doors. Hed never looked more attractive. Play along with me and I guarantee my sister will be rid of her by tomorrow without one harsh word passing between them. She breathed deeply. I was hired to trace your genealogy. When we drove to the pier for dinner, I told you I would have to work on a solution to my particular problem. It finally came to me while we were waiting for Sara to join us at the table. Jordana had never felt so conflicted. Despite her intense attraction to him, her instincts told her to run from him. I dont like your sister getting the wrong idea.

When Sara is permanently gone, Ill tell Keyley the truth. Shes anxious for Sara to leave. By her coming late to dinner, she set the seal on her fate. Now that her first stunt to capture my attention didnt work, before long shes going to try sabotaging you by bursting in here. Shell claim she needs to print off an assignment from my computer for school tomorrow. Jordanas pulse rocketed as he covered the short distance between them. Lets give her something that will send her back to her parents as soon as possible, shall we? No, she begged as his hands cupped the sides of her neck. This is for me. On that note he kissed her with passion. Dominic, she protested, letting out an involuntary gasp. Ill admit Ive been waiting for this since we said goodbye at the airport. For the love of heaven, kiss me back, Jordana. That wouldnt be a good idea. He frowned. Give me one good reason why. I wont lie to you. I enjoyed that kiss, but Suddenly she heard the doors to the study open. Before she could finish her thoughts and pull away from him, someone had come in the room. Your timings perfect, Sara, Dominic stated with enviable calm. Its past Jordanas bedtime. Be sure you turn out the lights when youre through using the computer. He slowly released her arms and they walked past her. Through the veil of her lashes Jordana could tell Keyleys roommate was crushed. Who wouldnt be? Dominic was an unforgettable man in every conceivable way. No

woman could stay unaffected by him, particularly not Sara whod been living with Keyley since fall. Jordana envied the other girl for the time shed been able to spend with him when hed dropped by to visit his sister. Too soon the hearing with the judge would be over and Jordana would be returning to Costa Mesa alone. But it would be a different kind of alone than shed ever known because Dominic wouldnt be there. His life would always be here with a continent and an ocean separating them. He was held fast by roots that ran centuries deep on the Rossmont land. No one knew that better than a little insignificant American genealogist like Jordana who understood the binding ties of a proud family with a noblemans heritage. They entered the bedroom. A fire blazed in the fireplace, casting shadows on the walls. Keyley must have lighted it for her. He nudged the door closed with his foot. Please keep it open. We dont have an audience now. If that display we put on in the other room didnt cause Sara to face reality, then nothing else will. Rubbing the back of his neck he said, Ill leave in a minute. First I want to hear what you were about to tell me before she barged in. Theres a strong chemistry between us, Jordana. I want to explore whats happening between us, and I know you do too, so dont deny it. Im not denying anything, but first I have a present for you that will explain me better. Jordana hadnt expected to give him the greatest gift on earth for a little while longer, but the immediate situation had chosen the moment for her. While she lifted her

suitcase to the bed, he remained in place with his legs slightly apart, his features taut as he watched her. Once shed opened it, she rummaged beneath her clothes to find what shed prepared for him. Here, she said, turning to him. This is expressly for you. Dominic eyed her with a puzzled glance before taking the festively wrapped package from her. He walked over to the couch and sat down. Jordana drew closer, her heart practically palpitating out of its chest cavity. As she watched him remove the ribbon and paper, she could hardly breathe.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Dominic opened the lid and pulled out two thick, heavy black leather-bound books. Dominic Ross was embossed in gold lettering on both books near the bottom. On the spine of one in gold lettering he read, Holy Bible, King James Version. On the other he read, Book of Mormon, Doctrine and Covenants, Pearl of Great Price. He

remembered seeing passages from the Book of Mormon in the book her father had loaned him, but he hadnt read them. Hed been too focused on the Works of Prince Ix. Jordana stood near the fire. He lifted his eyes to hers, completely uncomprehending of what was going on here. By now youre wondering what this Book of Mormon is about. If youll turn to Joseph Smiths History at the end of the Pearl of Great Price which Ive marked for you with a copy of his genealogy, youll get your answer to that question. You more than anyone else in the world I know at this time, will want to read the Book of Mormon. It corroborates everything and so much more in Prince Ixtlilzochitls account. The Lord said, Out of the mouths of two witnesses, I will establish my truth. I can promise you that if youll make a study of this, you will feel what your ancestor Cillian felt. Youll get inside his skin and understand why he was willing to die in order to get that history published. The Holy Ghost will testify that these things are true. Cillian was doing Gods work, Dominic. He was a missionary for Christ as surely as those missionaries youve seen walking up and down the streets here in Cork. Some people have called the Book of Mormon a voice from the dust. Cillians books represent another voice from the dust, as do the Totonicapan and the Popul Vuh. Theyre all one of the same divine dust. To help you, Im giving you my copy of the English version of the Princes works so you can study and ponder both records to your hearts content. She walked over to the suitcase and pulled out the book shed loaned him earlier. As she handed it to him she said, Let me make it clear that I find you a very charming, wonderful man, but youre not a member of my Church. I would never date or

marry a man who wasnt a member in good standing, who couldnt take me to the temple to be married one day. Dominic ground his teeth. I take it you married your ex-husband in your temple? Yes. But he broke his vows to God and me, so its no longer binding. If I ever get to a point where I want to be married again, Ill want the man I love to enter the temple with me where well make sacred covenants to each other and to God. Theres no other way for me. I made my own covenants in the temple seven years ago when I served a mission in Guatemala and I intend to keep them. You were a missionary too? Yes. Therefore it would be pointless for both us to entertain any kind of association outside of my work as your genealogist. Angered by her words, he stood abruptly. You can make a hard and fast decision like that, even knowing theres been a fire lit? She didnt flinch. Yes. I want a marriage that will last through the eternities, not just this mortal life. I want a man whos willing to make sacrifices for God and turn to Him for guidance. Then well have a solid marriage that will bring us joy in the good times, and sustain us through the bad. I want the kind my parents and grandparents have, and their parents and grandparents before them. I enjoyed our kiss, and Ill always treasure it because I consider you a very special man, but there cant be anymore. Dominic stood there dumbfounded. No woman in his life had ever turned him down. It had always been the other way around. The fact that his disease had caused

him to rule out marriage should have made him totally understanding of her qualifications for not getting involved again. Instead, he felt enraged by her flat refusal to consider any kind of personal relationship with him. When hed kissed her, shed wanted to respond. That wasnt something she could hide. Yet mixed with his rage was this admiration for the things shed accomplished in her life, for her knowledge of things he knew nothing about. Her mind fascinated him. He owed her a debt he could never repay. Fighting against his primitive feelings with every fiber of his being, he gathered up the books to leave. After opening the door he turned to her. Thank you for these precious gifts which I assure you Ill read. She smiled. I hope you will. Let me explain something. In the LDS Church we all hold some kind of job which we refer to as a calling. My calling with my colleagues is to hand out Book of Mormons with our own pictures and personal testimonies written up inside. Weve gotten our whole congregation involved and have been doing it for over a year with amazing success. If I take a taxi anywhere, I give the driver one. If I stay at a motel, I put one in a drawer. I carry them in the trunk of my car. Should someone help me while Im stopped to change a tire, I hand one out. When non-members of our Church come in for genealogical help, we give them one. Its that important to me. Understood, he murmured. I know youre exhausted so I wont keep you up any longer. You have my cell phone number. If you need anything, call me no matter the hour. Ill see you in the morning. Goodnight, Jordana.

Goodnight, she whispered. When the door closed behind him, the slight sound could have been the snuffing out of a tiny flame Jordana refused to let burn brighter. But he had news for her. Beneath tonights doused embers, a fire was kindling all on its own. The time would come when it would grow into a conflagration. . Twenty minutes later he got in his own bed and turned on the light to examine her gifts to him. He opened the cover of the Book of Mormon. Inside there was an appealing photograph of her with her name, the name, address and phone number of her Church, and a printed explanation. Shed prefaced it with Dear Dominic, written in her own handwriting. You hold in your hands a sacred record of three ancient groups of people who came to the Americas under the guidance of God, who were visited by his Beloved Son, the resurrected Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. It is my testimony that a man can draw closer to God by reading the pure gospel of Jesus Christ contained in the Book of Mormon, than by any other book on earth. Its a second witness for Christ, the first witness being the King James Version of the Holy Bible. The third unofficial witness (my own opinion) is contained in the Works of Prince Ixtlilzochitl. From the Bible we read in Ezekial 37:16 28, Moreover, thou son of man, take thee one stick and write upon it, For Judah, and for the children of Israel his companions: Then take another stick, and write upon it, For Joseph, the stick of Ephraim, and for all the house of Israel his companions.

And join them one to another into one stick; and they shall become one in thine hand. And when the children of thy people shall speak unto thee, saying, Wilt thou not shew us what thou meanest by these? Say unto them, Thus saith the Lord God; Behold, I will take the stick of Joseph, which is in the land of Ephraim, and the tribes of Israel his fellows, and I will put them with him, even with the stick of Judah, and make one stick, and they shall be one in mine hand. My tabernacle also shall be with them; yea, I will be their God, and they shall be my people. And the heathen shall know that I the Lord do sanctify Israel, when my sanctuary shall be in the midst of them for evermore. As a member of the only true Church of Jesus Christ on the face of the earth today, I urge you to read from Moroni 10 in the Book of Mormon wherein Moroni the Prophet teaches us that testimony comes from the power of the Holy Ghost. There it was again. The Holy Ghost. Dominic couldnt learn enough fast enough. He says in Verse 4-5, And when ye shall receive these things, I would exhort you that ye would ask God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, if these things are not true; and if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will manifest the truth of it unto you by the power of the Holy Ghost, and by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things. I testify that I followed Moronis admonition and received my own fervent testimony that God lives, that Jesus is the Christ, Dominic. May you follow the same admonition and receive your own personal witness for all time and eternity. Jordana.

Dominic stared into space before reaching for the telephone directory in the drawer of the bedside table. He needed someone who knew what Jordana was talking about to answer his question concerning the Holy Ghost. She said her church was called the Church of Jesus-Christ of Latter-day Saints. He searched the Cs until he found it. Cork Branch Chapel. It was over by the university hospital. In the next few days hed make inquiries.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Long after a desolate Jordana had prepared for bed, she was still on her knees to the Lord, confused and conflicted over her feelings for Dominic. . During the counseling shed received following her divorce, shed been told she would be emotionally vulnerable, and should wait a year--preferably three--before she thought of getting into another serious relationship.

How crazy was it that this non-Mormon Irish nobleman from across the sea had made her yearn for the impossible in so short a time? For the rest of the night she tossed and turned. Part of her wished the kiss hadnt happened because it put her whole professional relationship with him in jeopardy. Yet another part of her rejoiced that his feelings were as strong as hers. By four-thirty in the morning she couldnt lie there any longer or shed go crazy. Dominic had told her she could use the computer. Knowing it was pointless to try to sleep now, she gave up and got out of bed. Hed been prophetic when hed said she might suffer from an attack of insomnia. Since jet lag hadnt caught up to her yet, she decided to work on some genealogy until breakfast. Putting on her robe, she stole out the door and down the dark hall to the study. To her surprise one of the paneled doors was ajar, letting out a spoke of light. Sara must have forgotten to turn it off. On the verge of entering, she stopped in her tracks when she heard a voice. Keyleys roommate was on the phone arguing with someone about having looked everywhere, but she still hadnt been able to find anything. At first Jordana thought Sara was complaining about a homework assignment. Not wanting her to think she was eavesdropping, Jordana started to turn away. But then she heard something that caused her feet to remain planted. If those books are around here, then theyre buried in the foundation. Ive done all I can to help you. What?

Well Im pretty upset myself. How come you didnt tell me about his American girlfriend? The one whos staying at the townhouse in his room! Yes right now! He says shes a genealogist, but I caught them kissing in the study after dinner. From what I saw, it wont be long before Jenny is history! So did I! Everybody thought little Petey was Jennys insurance to get Dominics ring on her finger. Ive a feeling thats not going to happen. . Look Sean I dont want to do this anymore. Im moving back home this weekend. If you and Rian want to know where those books are, better ask his latest girlfriend! Jordanas heart thudded so unmercifully, she was afraid Sara would be able to hear it. As quietly as possible she crept down the hall to the bedroom. Taking care to shut the door without making any noise, she lay against it for a minute. Besides the shock of finding out Sara had been on the phone with Dominics brother, Jordana was trying to recover from the pain of learning that he was in a relationship with another woman named Jenny. Was Petey his son? What had he been thinking of to kiss Jordana? Ive never had a wife. True enough. He hadnt lied to Jordana about that. For that matter, hed warned her up front he had a plan to get rid of Sara. A plan hed carried out with Jordanas unwitting help. Not so unwitting really.

Shed been the one to come to Cork. She could have stayed in California. Henry would have agreed to be her surrogate and appear in court with Dominic. Instead, shed gotten on his private jet of her own volition and had flown to Cork. She couldnt accuse Dominic of using her. On the contrary, hed hired her to do a job for more money than she could have visualized and shed accepted. In his eyes a stolen kiss to get rid of Keyleys roommate was no crime. If it became more than that, it would be Jordanas fault, not his. This was the result of mixing business with pleasure. Shed done it once before and had ended up divorced. How many times did she have to learn this painful lesson? Since shed agreed to work for Dominic, the only thing to do was pull herself together and act the part of the professional from here on out. First however, he needed to hear what was going on beneath his roof. She hurried over to the dresser. In her purse she kept an address book and looked up Dominics number. Even if it meant disturbing him, Dominic wouldnt thank Jordana if she withheld this kind of information from him. Fortunately she had a cell phone that worked most places. The last thing she wanted to do was call him on the townhouse phone where Sara could pick up and listen in at any time. Once shed punched in the digits, she only had to wait three rings before he answered. Jordana? His vibrant voice sounded alert. Whats wrong? Ill make this brief. Youve got a spy living with Keyley. After an instants pause, Tell me what happened.

Jordana related the parts of Saras phone conversation necessary for him to hear. The other part she would keep to herself. He owed her no explanation about his private life with the woman named Jenny. When shed finished relating the relevant information he said, I couldnt be happier Sara took the bait. I knew my brothers were behind the law firm break in. This is the proof. Are you sure you werent a private investigator in another life? What would I do without you? The question is, what am I going to do about you, Dominic Ross. Sara had a crush on him and his brothers knew it, otherwise she wouldnt be rooming with Keyley where she could see Dominic all the time. Theyd tapped in to her vulnerability and were using her, the oldest game in the world. Youd survive, she murmured. Possibly. She heard his swiftly indrawn breath. Its going to be a distinct pleasure to treat the three of them to a surprise of their own in the next little while. Once again I find myself indebted to you. The list just keeps growing. Jordana didnt want him to be indebted to her. She was already in too deep. Every time he thanked her, it twisted her emotions a little more. Heres what were going to do next. Im getting up now and will drive over there. In the meantime I want you to put on that fantastic red suit. She bit her lip. What are you planning? I dont have time to explain. Meet me in the kitchen as soon as youre ready and leave the rest to me.

That increased her nervousness. Last night shed followed his lead and had made a big mistake because of it. But she had to concede that what he was asking of her now required her cooperation because Sara and his brothers were up to criminal activity. With Jordana being a material witness to that phone call, she couldnt very well refuse him. All right, she murmured shakily before clicking off. Stunned by the turn of events, she checked her watch. It was only ten after five. With that brilliant legal brain of his, Dominic had a definite agenda in mind and expected her full capitulation. Her body gave an involuntary shiver when she thought of Sara who didnt have a clue what was about to happen. For that matter, neither did Jordana. If Dominics house werent too far away, then he would probably be arriving soon. The knowledge that he would be here shortly prompted her to take a quick shower. She hurriedly dressed and applied lipstick. By the time she reached the kitchen, he was already in residence and had put rolls and fruit on the table which was set for four. Good morning. Do you want coffee or tea? he called over his broad shoulder. Neither, thank you, Her heart was already racing at the sight of him dressed in a formal looking navy suit. Dominic was sensationally handsome. He flashed her a disturbing smile. How could I forget? Youre an orange juice drinker. Thats why you have such clear skin and sparkling eyes. If youll be seated, Ill bring you some. Far from being in an angry mood over his brothers betrayal, he acted quite happy.

He poured her a glass of juice from the fridge and set it in front of her before taking his place at the table next to her. She thanked him, but couldnt take the suspense any longer. Please tell me what you have planned. I would, but I can hear the girls coming. If Jordana had been anxious before, she was really apprehensive now. Though she knew in her heart Dominic could never be cruel, whatever he had in store for Sara was bound to be unpleasant. Samson preceded the girls into the kitchen where they took their places. Both looked like theyd dressed for school in pants and pullovers. Keyley smiled and said hello to Jordana. Sara ignored her and stared at Dominic. Whats going on? Top of the morning to you too, Sara.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Jordana almost choked on her roll. I appreciate you girls getting up half an hour early. Jordana and I have an announcement to make to the family.

To her consternation Keyleys blue eyes lit up though she didnt say anything. Normally an announcement could only mean one thing to her. Yet Keyley had to know her brother was playacting. As soon as weve eaten, well drive to Castleross in my car. No, Dominic. No, no, no.. Since youre like one of the family, Sara, naturally youre included. The mutinous expression on her face was unmistakable. We have an early morning class. I took that into consideration. Its the reason were leaving here in a few minutes. You wont be late. She didnt touch any food. Im not family, Dominic. Thats true, but youve been Keyleys friend for years and I want you with us. In fact I insist. His tone brooked no argument. Jordana felt chilled knowing Sara was in for an unexpected shock. Keyley ate a second roll with a peach. She and Dominic were the only two enjoying breakfast. After a second cup of coffee he said, Im ready now. How about you, Keyley? Whenever you are. His head turned to Jordana. What about you, darling? She groaned inside. Im finished. Good. He found her hand and squeezed it before looking at Sara. Since Ill be bringing you girls back in a little while, you wont need your books. Shall we go?

The four of them left the kitchen together. A dawn-filled sky greeted Jordana as she stepped outside the house. Have you already let the parents know were coming? Keyley asked after theyd climbed in the car. Samson sat between her and Sara. Yes. Everyones up and waiting for us. Everyone? Jordanas heart cried. Once Dominic started the car and merged with the traffic, his sister said, I bet theyre dying to know the reason why youve called everyone together this early. This is one time its fun being the black sheep of the family. Dont say that, Dom. Jordana will get the wrong impression. She already knows the worst about me and loves me anyway, dont you, my love. He flicked Jordana a devilish glance. You know exactly how I feel, she said at last. Except that he didnt have any comprehension of the depth of her feelings.for him. As a matter of fact I do, and youve made me the happiest man alive. His performance was over the top. Since it was all in aid of keeping Sara in the dark for a little while longer, she was forced to play along. Turning in the seat she said, Are you from Castleross Village too, Sara? Yes. Ive seen pictures of it on the Internet. It looks like a place out of a fairy tale. Im excited to see it in person.

The second she admitted to her curiosity about his home, a satisfied gleam lit Dominics eyes which were suddenly trained on her. Youre not half as excited as I am to show you where I used to hide out on the estate. Even I dont know where that is, Keyley declared. It was probably Cillians secret spot where he dreamed of adventure across the high seas, Jordana theorized aloud. Dominics hand reached out to capture hers. His fingers entwined with hers, never letting go. They left Cork and entered a forest. When they came out of it again, they were in Castleross, Dominics old stomping grounds. It contained all the charm of the quintessential Irish village shed seen in picture books and films. Dominic turned onto a road that wound serpentine fashion past houses and shops. Her pulse rate picked up because she knew what was coming. But no Internet picture could have prepared her for the dark sight of Rossmont Castle with its turrets and chimneys she could see through the trees. It sprawled like a small city on a hill. The overcast sky provided the perfect backdrop for this monument from a different age. Dominic she half-gasped. He gripped her hand tighter. Its just a home, Jordana. I dare say your cookie cutter hacienda was a much happier place. She lowered her head. How sad hed grown up with that kind of pain when her childhood had been so wonderful. Right now she couldnt relate to their two different lives. Newport Beach might as well exist in another universe.

Before long theyd entered through a massive gate and drove past more woods to reach a courtyard where a line of luxury cars were parked. Dominic got out and came around to help her. The second Keyley exited, Samson took off on a run. Father said to come to his study first. Shall we go? Keyley walked ahead of them with Sara. Dominic cupped Jordanas elbow to guide her. She was aware this had to be a bittersweet moment for him. Once over the threshold, she stepped into the elegant world of the l800s as lived by the Irish nobility. Passing down a hall of gothic arches, they came to the wood paneled study. But more impressive than the interior was the sight of Dominics father standing before the hearth where a grate fire was pouring out heat. The Ross clan were tall people with luxuriant dark hair. His was black with a few streaks of gray. Jordana thought him quite handsome in his own right standing there in tweeds, almost as lean as Dominic. He gave Keyley a big hug. After a nod to Sara, his blue eyes, a lighter shade than Dominics, swerved to Jordana. She felt his scrutiny but couldnt read his expression. Dominic urged her forward. Father? Id like you to meet Jordana Hall from Costa Mesa, California. He smiled and shook her hand, engulfing it. You must have a lot of Swedish blood in you. Some. Its a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ross. Call me Innis.

Thank you. You remind me of the rugby players Ive occasionally seen on American television. A gleam entered his eyes. His gaze shot to Dominic. This one here is the pride of the Ross family. Led his team to the Irish championship. Such deference in his voice for the son who needed his space. So much for the priests denigration of Dominic. Somehow none of it surprised Jordana. She cast him a sideward glance. You didnt tell me you were a sports hero. He was the captain, an enthusiastic Keyley informed her. Here are his trophies. When Dominic didnt say anything, Jordana wandered over by the girls. They stood next to the enormous hutch filled with dozens of awards, all with Dominics name on them. Didnt your other brothers play, Keyley? Yes, but not like Dominic. Of course not. No one else in the world was like him. But it had to be hard for his brothers to come in this room which their father had made into a shrine for his first born The fact that the championship cup sat on display here instead of Dominics home spoke volumes about the dynamics driving the Ross family. Jordana? At the sound of Dominics voice she turned around to discover two other men had entered the study. They had a look of Innis, but their brown hair was different. May I present my brothers Rian and Sean? Id like to introduce you to Jordana Hall.

They both crossed the expanse to shake her hand. Neither exhibited warmth as they studied her face and hair before greeting her. She noticed Seans gaze slide to Sara briefly before he turned to Dominic. Father said you had an announcement to make to the family. He does, Innis declared, closing the door to the study. The gesture sent a shudder through Jordana. Shall we all sit down? Rians gray-blue eyes narrowed, but he acceded to his fathers wishes. Sean followed. Sara sat down next to Keyley on the couch. Jordana sank down in the nearest chair. Dominic came to stand behind her. Innis took a seat nearest the entrance, no doubt guarding it against intruders. Wheres mother? Clearly Rian was mystified. Shell be along shortly, his father informed him. Go ahead, Dom.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Dominic eyed his brothers. About four-thirty this morning, Jordana left her bedroom in the townhouse to do a little work in the study. But she discovered Sara

already there, speaking on the phone to Sean. Tell everyone exactly what you overheard, Jordana. Her mouth had gone so dry she wondered if she could even talk. But somehow the words came out. Both Sara and Sean paled. Keyley stared at the conspirators through wounded eyes. Before mother comes in, I thought you should know this isnt all. The police have caught the man who broke into my lawfirm the other night. They lifted a fingerprint off the desk. It matched his fingerprints from a prior arrest. He has refused to name the person who hired him, but now we know dont we. You two should know better than to think I would leave that priceless possession out in the open for a burglar or Sara to find. Im willing to send her packing to her parents without telling them the reason why, provided you swear this is the extent of her involvement. Otherwise Ill have her arrested as an accessory. I didnt do anything else! Sara cried out. While you were in Capetown, Sean called and asked me to look around for the collection. He promised to buy me a new stereo system for my bedroom. Thats all. I would never have taken any money from him. Is that the truth, Sean? Dominic questioned. His brother gave a reluctant nod. Jordana had suspected as much. All Sara had wanted was to get closer to Dominic. Sean had used that knowledge to his advantage.

Dominic pulled out his cell phone and made a call. When hed finished, his gaze flicked to Sara. Angus is outside with the estate car. Hell drive you back to Cork. By now Mrs. Conal will be at the townhouse to supervise while you move your things out. Sara jumped to her feet. Tears glistened on her cheeks. I-Im sorry, Keyley. With her head averted, she rushed out of the room. Though Sara was culpable, Jordana understood the girls motivation. Misguided though it was, she wasnt the only female whose foolish dreams about a man, no matter how inaccessible to her, were shattered by a dose of reality. One down, Dominic muttered. He addressed his brothers again. Im willing to keep your crime a secret from mother. Im even willing to tell George Blackwell Im dropping the case so the authorities will let that go. But only if you two give me what I want in return. Dominics brothers had been squarely caught and looked it. Did Uncle Logan pay you to find the books and give them to him? Dominic fired. Be careful how you answer. Jordana and I are due in the judges chambers at ten oclock tomorrow morning on another matter. Im prepared to have him draw up a summons for the arrest of you and our uncle. A deafening silence followed. Answer him! their father demanded. That appeared to put the fear in Rian who shot to his feet. Uncle Logan had nothing to do with this. I swear it! Jordana trembled to witness this family in crisis. Dominic moved closer to his brother. What did you want with Cillians books?

A defeated look crossed his face. A while back a man contacted me at the bank. It turned out he was an historical documents dealer whod heard about the collection. How do you suppose that happened? Dominics voice had turned to ice. I dont know. Uncle Logan has always resented the fact that father was given the collection instead of him. Maybe he complained loudly enough that someone else picked up on it. Maybe that person was you, and you went shopping for a dealer who would be interested. He shook his head violently. I swear I didnt, Dom. This man showed up unsolicited. He said the collection could be worth a fortune. He wanted me to know that people from the Sorbonne and the University of Mexico wanted to buy it and said it might be worth several million pounds sterling. I told him Id have to think about it. I told Sean and we decided to get hold of a volume and show it to several dealers to find out its real worth. Who was the dealer? His name was Michael Chatterton. I want his phone number. He gave me a business card. Only his e-mail was on it. How convenient. Dominics features looked chiseled. Where did you put it? Its in my wallet. I was supposed to get in touch with him as soon as Id made a decision. Give it to me. Jordana sensed Dominics barely contained fury. Rian handed it to him. Is he local? Youre good at identifying accents.

Rian averted his eyes. He was American. Jordana exchanged glances with Dominic before he said, Did you learn anything else about him besides the fact that hes a predator? Only that he flies to Ireland on a regular basis and had been in Bellaghy before coming here. That name caused Jordana to get to her feet. In County Derry? Her question must have surprised Rian who looked shocked. Answer her, Dominic ordered. I dont know of another. What did he look like? Mid-thirties possibly. Dark-blond, average height and build. That described Jeff Hopkins whose image sprang immediately to mind. That better be the truth, Innis warned his son. Dominic had been staring at Jordana. In the next breath he said, Father? Youll have to excuse Jordana and me. We have an emergency on our hands. Come on, Keyley. Ill run you to Cork on our way. Innis put an arm around his daughter. Your mother and I havent seen you for a while. Stay and have breakfast. Ill take you to school later. Id like that. She hugged him back. Rian and Sean started to leave the room ahead of them. Not yet, boys, Innis warned. We have some serious talking to do.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Dominic couldnt seem to get Jordana out of there fast enough. Once they reached the car, he started up the motor. She felt his tension as they took another road

that wound through the woods and gardens. In the distance she could see stables and greenhouses. He remained silent until theyd passed through a guarded gate at the other end of the estate. After a few twists and turns skirting the Village they joined the motorway for the trip back to Cork. It was then she heard a torturous sound come from his throat. It got ugly in there, his voice rasped. Thank you for your courage, Jordana. I hated putting you on the spot like that, but it was necessary. My brothers have had that particular lesson coming for years now. Her hand clutched the armrest. Im afraid courage wasnt always my strong suit. If Id shown it to confront my ex-husband the first time I sensed he was lying, my disastrous marriage wouldnt have dragged on nearly as long. She lowered her head. If anything, I admire you for handling the problem with such magnanimous discretion. Those two should be grateful you allowed them to escape relatively unscathed. Im sure it was painful for you, she whispered. Actually it was cathartic. It tells me I did the right thing to move out years ago. As long as you dont despise me for putting you on the witness stand so to speak, I couldnt be more pleased with this mornings outcome. Despise is a strong word, Dominic. Since I was the one who disturbed you in the early hours to tell you about their conversation, naturally I had to follow through. Im just grateful Cillians books are still safe with you. Youre my good luck charm. Ive never seen my brothers in total shock before. Dominic-- I dont know the statistics, but I would guess most every family has some deep seated problems whether they come from a background like yours or not.

She could feel him studying her. Thats very generous of you. So tell me what horrendous problem in the Hall family has set father against father, brother against brother, son against son, for generations. Like a live wire his question sizzled, heating up the air surrounding them. Im sure thereve been plenty of troubles. But not on a par with mine. The car picked up speed. Much as I dreaded letting you see what lies beneath the Ross veneer, I didnt feel I had a choice if there are to be no secrets between us. Except for two. Jenny and Petey. But that lay in the province of Dominics private life. Those secrets had nothing to do with Jordana. She had no right to feel betrayed. No right at all. Youre too quiet all of a sudden. Tell me whats troubling your mind now, he ground out. Think fast, Jordana. Im rehearsing what Im going to say in front of the judge tomorrow. Youre lying, but well leave it for now. I want to know what alarm bells Rian rang in there? What clicked in that intelligent brain of yours to make you ask him about County Derry? Relieved for the change of subject she said, For the past couple of years our firm has had a client who has brought a lot of business our way. Hes a rare coins and documents dealer in Costa Mesa named Jeff Hopkins. Earlier this year he asked us to do a search on a Charles Thomson born in County Derry in the 1800s. Since Charles was a famous figure in American history, we

were able to find his pedigree chart right away. It had been entered in the Family History file by two different Thomson family members; one from Maghera, the other from Bellaghy, both of whom are probably still living. I gave Jeff the information. No doubt hed come across a valuable paper to do with the First Continental Congress, and either planned to buy it from one of the family members in question, or sell it to them. But that alone isnt what made the hairs stand on the back of my neck while Rian was talking. That sounds ominous. The next thing she knew Dominic had pulled off at the nearest exit and slowed to a stop. He turned in the seat to look at her. Whats the rest? Adrenalin charged her system. Jeff was the man who asked me to do the research on Cillian. A strange stillness enveloped him. Im sorry I didnt tell you when you were in California, Dominic. But at that point I didnt know about him approaching your brother. I would never have made the connection in a million years. He rubbed his lip absently. Theres nothing to apologize for. Im just glad I found out about this before court tomorrow. You and I are going to fly to Belfast right now and take a little drive to Bellaghy. If Jeff Hopkins paid a member of the Thomson family a visit, well find out and Ill take a deposition. She started to panic. Surely I wouldnt need to go with you. His expression darkened, bringing out his fierce Celtic genes. Youre the only one who knows exactly what Jeff looks like. On that succinct note he restarted the car and merged with the traffic headed for the motorway.

Dominic was right. But it meant spending more time alone with him. Not a good idea. She needed to get back to California and start working on his genealogy. Maybe with thousands of miles separating them shed be able to concentrate on the enormous task ahead of her. Jeff s such a nice person. A family man. I cant believe hes done anything wrong, but then I couldnt believe it of my ex-husband either. Maybe Jeffs an innocent who has unknowingly provided a front for the real culprit. I see it in court all the time. Like you keep telling me about Cillian, maybe your Jeff isnt the Jeff who approached Rian. If Mr. Hopkins used an assumed name and met with my brother, then Ill lay a trap for him so we can find out the truth. Though Rian may believe our uncle didnt have anything to do with it, Im not convinced. Jordana shivered. I cant imagine an uncle of mine turning against my father like that. Greed makes some men lose all perspective. Uncle Logan wants half Cillians fortune. If he believes the collection is worth anything, then he wants that too. He could easily have hired someone like Jeff to approach Rian without my brother realizing who was behind it. Uncle Logan is unscrupulous. Hell lie and deceive at will to get what he wants. But he wont win. Dominic could have been describing her ex-husband just now. Brad was as amoral as they came. Hed deceived her without the slightest glimmer of guilt or remorse. Long before shed filed papers with her attorney, Jordana had fallen out of love with him.

In her naivete shed foolishly believed the history with Brad had immunized her against further grief where men were concerned. Yet shed only known Dominic a short time and already hed broken down her defenses faster than she could erect them. If Jordana hadnt overheard Saras conversation with Sean, she might have found herself making a much worse mistake than marrying Brad. To get any more involved with Dominic would bring a lifetime of heartache.

CHAPTER FORTY

Good afternoon, Mr. Ross. Nice to see you again, Ms. Hall. Welcome aboard. Jordana smiled at the steward whod waited on her during her flight to Ireland. Thank you, Ewan. As soon as youre settled, well be taking off for Belfast. Dominic urged her forward. There were two sets of comfortable double chairs. Behind them an aisle ran down one side of the body past the bedroom to the rear of the jet. She wondered how often Jenny had traveled with him.

Have you had this plane long, Dominic? Anything to get her mind off the other woman. I bought it three years ago, he murmured. My business interests in South Africa necessitated its purchase. Diamond or gold mines? Both. Shed only been joking. Strap yourself in one of the seats. Ill be right back. I want to talk to my pilot. The moment he disappeared, Ewan was there to help her. Anything you need, just ask for it. Ill be serving you lunch in a few minutes. Thank you so much. Until Dominic had entered her life, Jordana had never been the recipient of this kind of luxury or pampering. Yet she knew that if Dominic hadnt come from the background he did, he would still be a remarkably generous man. He didnt know how to do anything by half measures. Passionate by nature, his zest for living had infected her. Dominic had spoiled her for other men. When she saw his tall frame emerge from the cockpit a few minutes later, her whole being seemed to gravitate toward him. Before boarding his plane, theyd gone back to the townhouse where she could change into casual clothes. Shed put on denims and a navy cotton sweater. He was dressed in brown cords and a hunter green sport shirt. Every time she saw him in something different, she thought it was his best color. The blackness of his hair was startlingly beautiful. He was incredible.

Why didnt you take the window seat? Hed come closer. . No particular reason, she answered, trying to breathe normally, but it was impossible when he looked at her like that. Did he look at Jenny the same way? Of course he did. The thought tortured her. Youre a giver by nature. You know that? His voice sounded thick toned. Lets see if youre strapped in right. He started to lean over her. Please dont! She pushed at his hands. . He raised up, but stayed in place. If I offended you just now, I apologize. His sincerity disarmed her. You didnt offend me, but I didnt accept this job for any other reason than to do your genealogy. His lashes veiled his eyes. A man cant be blamed for trying. Not when hes tempted by the likes of someone like you. Beneath the flattery she detected a bleakness in his tone. For some reason it was disturbing. She didnt want to be disturbed. Dominic-- the seatbelt light is flashing! she cried. Is it? Please sit down before you get hurt. So you do worry about me a little. The question doesnt deserve an answer. Thankfully he took his place next to her and fastened his seatbelt. . After theyd attained cruising speed and the light had disappeared, Ewan brought them their trays. Prime rib for lunch? she exclaimed.

I feel like celebrating. Dominic offered her wine without responding to her comment. No thank you. Why not? I dont drink alcohol or stimulants like coffee and tea for religious reasons. A tenet of your Mormon religion? Yes. He flicked her an assessing glance. Another reason your skin has a peaches in cream quality. Thats why you glow. They spent the next little while eating in silence. When shed finished her food, she looked out the window so she wouldnt break down and stare at him. A world of clouds enveloped the jet, making it impossible to view the unreal green of Ireland below. Since she didnt intend to come back again, maybe it was just as well she couldnt feast on its beauty one last time. A few minutes later the steward returned for their trays. When hed gone Dominic told her to fasten her seat belt. Were about ready to land. So soon? Once theyd touched down on the tarmac, they transferred to a rental car for the short drive to Bellaghy. She couldnt help marveling aloud at the old world charm of the countryside. Dominic seemed to find her enthusiasm infinitely amusing. On the outskirts of the town he slowed down to ask an elderly woman directions to the William Thomson residence. Only another Irish person could understand. It

sounded like a foreign language to Jordana. When she admitted as much to Dominic, laughter burst out of him. Another kilometer and they drew up to a wonderful Irish manor house. Dominic parked the car. I phoned before we left the townhouse. Hes expecting us. Together they started walking toward the entrance. Before they reached it, a middle aged woman opened the door to greet them. You must be Mr. Ross, she said, nodding to Jordana. Im the housekeeper, Mara. Come in the drawing room. Mr. Thomsons waiting for you. They were shown to a fabulous room off the elegant foyer. An aristocratic looking old man sat in a wheelchair before a flickering fire. His sharp eyes scrutinized both of them. He put out a hand. Sit down. Dominic led her to a nearby loveseat. Thank you for seeing us on such short notice, Mr. Thomson. This is Ms. Hall from California. I brought her here because this matter concerns her particularly. This is about genealogy you say? Jordana nodded. An American documents dealer named Jeff Hopkins asked me to do some research on your family line, Mr. Thomson. I believe he paid you a visit recently. He shook his head. You have the wrong person. That wasnt the name. It was Michael Chatterton. He sold me some drawings Charles Thomson did of The Great Seal. She thought so. You must be thrilled to own something made by your famous ancestor.

Oh yes. Did you have them authenticated? Didnt need to. Mr. Chatterton gave me two certificates of authentication. May I see them? The old man gave her a sharp glance. Why? Mr. Ross and I have reason to believe you might have been swindled. He let out a strange noise. Thats not possible. The genealogist who was with him vouched for Mr. Chatterton. Dominic darted her a private glance. I wonder if we know him. Perhaps. Hes the top Irish genealogist in the country! Hes the one who arranged our meeting. Whats his name? Teddy Reynolds. The second the words passed his lips she marveled at Dominics composure. Not by a flicker of an eyelid did he let on that the revelation meant anything to him. Ive heard of him, Mr. Thomson, Jordana commented. Im relieved hes a man you can trust. Whenever I do research for a client and theres a transaction involved, I always want to be certain its authenticated by an expert. Thats the reason I stopped by while I was in Belfast. If you ever want another opinion, you might want to contact Mr. Henry Martin from Newport Beach, California. Hes one of Americas leading forensics experts. Ill leave his address and phone number with you. The old man looked surprised. You think thats necessary?

Anything to do with The Great Seal sparks excitement among collectors, she informed him. If you decide to buy anything else of your ancestors, it doesnt hurt to get another opinion just to be safe. Mr. Thomson nodded. She quickly opened her purse and found a pad to write down the information on Henry. Dominic took the paper and handed it to the old man. We have to be leaving now. Thank you very much for seeing us. My pleasure. He rang the bell that summoned Mara and they were shown to the foyer. On impulse Jordana turned to the older woman. Did you meet Mr Chatterton? Yes. Could you describe him? He was dark blond, average height and weight. That could describe a lot of men including Jeff. Do you remember his eyes? No. How old would you say he was? Maybe early thirties. He was dressed very smart in a suit and tie. I remember thinking not every man could wear a pink shirt like that. Jordanas ex-husband had a pink shirt in his flashy wardrobe. To her recollection Jeff was a more subdued dresser, but that didnt rule out the fact that he could look very sharp on occasion. Thank you for the information, Mara. Goodbye.

Goodbye. The second they went out to the car, Jordana turned to Dominic. Im not sure if it was Jeff. Never mind. Everythings starting to fall into place. We now know my father must have let something about the collection slip to Teddy who has decided to cash in on a little business transaction of his own. You were brilliant in there, Jordana. Hardly. Maybe there really is a Mr. Chatterton from the States and everything was on the up and up. Maybe. Well see what Teddy has to say. Lets head back to Belfast.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

En route Dominic turned to her. I dont know about you, but Im famished again. Playing the sleuth has given me an appetite. Jordana nodded. Me too. It was getting to be late afternoon already. In a few minutes Dominic pulled up to a store in the next village. He bought them sodas, meat pies and fruit. They stopped by the river and ate in the car. Being with Dominic was so exciting she wanted their trip to go on and on. Have some grapes. Theyre sweet and juicy. She handed him a small pinkishred bunch. After he took it, the grapes slipped from his fingers and fell on his legs. She waited for him to pick it up and eat them, but he didnt.

During the tense silence that followed, she reached for the grapes while he remained motionless. His powerful arms rested against the steering wheel. His hands looked to be in an unnatural position, like someone warming them before a fire, only there was no fire. Her glance went to his face which was marred by lines. Are you in pain? she whispered. Jordana heard him expel a deep breath. Not in the way you mean. I saw what happened just now. You lost your grip. Thats right. Occasionally I experience weakness in my hands. It doesnt last longer than ten to fifteen minutes. How occasionally? she couldnt help asking. This is the third time in almost three years. Her mind sought reasons for such a thing happening. It had to be a neurological malfunction of some kind. Her heart went out to him. A vision of all those rugby trophies filled her mind. Whatever was wrong with him hadnt started until long after his fabulous sports career had come to an end. The man had his pride. Unless he asked her to drive the rest of the way to Belfast, she wouldnt offer. Until the feeling comes back, let me feed you. She pulled some grapes off the stem and put them to his lips. To her relief he went along with her and ate them. When she fed him a few more, he finished them off, then caught the tips of her thumb and index finger between his lips, kissing them. Their eyes met for a sizzling moment before she pulled her hand away.

I know I dont play fair, he said in a husky voice. My only excuse is that youre very beautiful inside and out, Jordana. So are a lot of women. He flashed her a half smile. Youd make a devastating rugby player against the opposition. Nothing sidetracks you. Im glad you realize that. Is there anything I can do for you, like phone your pilot and tell him we might be a little late? Ill hold it to your ear. Thank you, he murmured, but it wont be necessary. I can sense feeling coming back into them now. In a few minutes well be able to continue. Will it frighten you if I drive? No, she said without hesitation. I have implicit faith in you. Shed told the truth. If he thought there was danger, he would say so. Youre a courageous woman with that rare quality of not speaking everything thats on your mind. A remark like that reveals youre good on the offensive. His eyes smiled. We make the perfect pair. Lets hope were good enough to convince the judge this case is worth prolonging for the possible benefit of people who could stand their load lightened by a very old family member. Lets hope, he whispered. Another minute and she watched him flex his hands. Relief for him filled her system. Shed been waiting for him to enlighten her more about what was wrong with

him physically, but no explanation came. Hed turned quiet. The tension between them had thickened. While she put the empty cans in the sack, he started the car and they headed for Belfast. By the time they reached the airport, it was ten to seven at night. Darkness had fallen over the city. Once theyd boarded the jet and were in the air, he turned to her. Lets watch a movie. Thankfully his mood seemed to have improved from earlier. She nodded. What are we going to see? The Matchmaker. Thats one Shelby told me to see, but I never got around to it. She said it had something to do with genealogy. Its one of Keyleys CDs she happened to leave the last time she traveled with me to Capetown. I never saw it because I was working. From what I gathered, her whole interest was riveted on David OHara. Frankly, I find you much more fascinating. When she looked over at him she noticed shadows beneath his closed lids. Lines bracketed his wide mouth. For a moment she wondered if he wasnt feeling well. Hed never tell her, of course, which made her more anxious for him. She preferred to watch him rather than the film, but she finally disciplined herself to look back at the screen. . Within a few minutes the plot became clear. An American woman working for a senator who was running for re-election, flies to Ireland to prove he comes from an illustrious lineage. She arrives in a charming village on matchmaker day and meets an unforgettable man, only shes not in the market for a husband.

With a few tweaks, this could almost be our story except shes a brunette and hes a blond. I get my black hair from my father in case you hadnt noticed, was the last thing Dominic murmured before passing out from fatigue. Jordana had noticed. She wondered about his mother too. Unfortunately her curiosity had gotten her into trouble way over her head. The longer she watched the film, the deeper her pain grew to see the two people in the story fall in love. During one segment where the heroine followed the hero to a part of Ireland that was breathtaking, the seat belt light flashed. The captain announced theyd be starting to land in five minutes. She thanked him, then called to Dominic who was fast asleep. Dominic she cried. Please listen Were starting the descent. Youve got to fasten your seat belt! He blinked and slowly lifted his head. I didnt realize the film was over. It wasnt. I turned it off. Im sorry you couldnt see the conclusion. Thats all right. It was a fairy tale. They always have a happy ending. Before long the plane landed in Cork. Within a half hour theyd reached the townhouse. Jet lag must have caught up with her. It was her turn not to remember the drive from the airport. When they entered the foyer, Dominic let go of her arm. Youre dead on your feet. Go to bed, Jordana. Ill see you tomorrow. What time will you be picking me up in the morning to go see the judge? Pausing at the front door he said, Eight-thirty. Goodnight.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Though Jordana had told Dominic there could never be anything personal between them, she didnt want him to leave the townhouse. Talk about living in a state of perpetual ambivalence! Even putting his non-Mormon status aside, he was in a relationship with another woman. So why was it killing her to watch him disappear? Cold air rushed in before the door closed. Thats when the cataclysmic truth hit her. Im in love with him. . Jordana?

The quiet sound of Keyleys voice burst in on her thoughts like an explosion. It startled her so much she jerked around. His sister was coming down the stairs with Samson. Are you all right? Yes. Of course. If you hurry, you can still catch Dominic. It doesnt matter. I just wanted to check if you need anything before I lock up and turn out lights. Thank you for being so thoughtful. To be honest, its been such a long day Im craving sleep. After a pause, I take it Sara has gone. Yes. Would you think I was awful if I told you how wonderful it is to be alone again? No, Jordana said before they both smiled in understanding. Tomorrow Ill be going back to California after Dominic and I see the judge. Then youll really be able to celebrate. Youre leaving so soon? Her disappointment sounded surprisingly genuine. I came for the hearing. After its over I must get busy to see if I can find Cillians son. Your brothers paying our firm a lot of money. Since so much is at stake, Id like to be able to find what hes looking for as fast as I can. If you stayed on in Cork to work, maybe I could help you. My studies dont take up that much time. The idea caught Jordana completely off guard. Im sure youd be a fantastic help, but my office in Costa Mesa is where I have everything at my fingertips.

Couldnt the people in your firm e-mail you what you need? The computer there could be linked up to Doms. Between that and your laptop, wed be set. You could tell me what to do. This is so important to my brother, Id do anything for him. Jordana could relate. If she werent in love with Dominic, it would be the easiest thing in the world to say yes. Keyleys earnestness tugged at her heart, but what his sister suggested simply wasnt possible. Have you discussed this with Dominic? No, but since youve come all this way from the States, it only makes sense for you to stay on. He actsdifferent around you. Thats because I helped him understand the significance of Cillians books and hes grateful. No. Keyley shook her head. Its something else. Jordana cleared her throat. If youre talking about last night and this morning at breakfast, Im afraid your brothers tactics to cool Saras interest may have given you the wrong impression. I just hope no one else outside your family hears of it and jumps to an erroneous conclusion. Like whom? Might as well come out with it right now and cauterize the wound. A woman named Jenny. Keyleys dark brows knit together, reminding her of Dominic when he frowned. Dominic told you about her? No, she answered truthfully. While Sara was on the phone with Sean, she brought Jennys name into the conversation. I still dont understand. What difference would it make to her if you were to do Dominics genealogy here in Ireland?

Jordana felt the blood pound in her ears. I would imagine quite a bit with a child involved. A shocked looked crossed over the other girls face. You think Petey is Dominics son? Is that what youre saying? I have no idea, Keyley. This is what happens when you eavesdrop on other peoples conversations. His sister stared at her for a minute as if trying to make up her mind about something. Doms a very private person, but under the circumstances you at least ought to know Peteys his godson. Godson-The relief of learning that much was great, but it still didnt explain Dominics association with the childs mother. Jordana had the strongest suspicion Keyley would have revealed more if she were privy to the truth. But as she said, her brother guarded his secrets carefully. Thank you for making me feel so welcome. Now Id better get to bed. Ive got to go over what Im going to say to the judge in the morning. After that its a long flight back to California tomorrow. Keyley gave her a solemn nod. Ill see you in the morning at breakfast before you leave for the judges chambers. Id like that. Goodnight, Samson. Jordana bent over to give him a good head scratch before she walked to the bedroom and got ready for bed. By the time shed read over her notes, exhaustion had taken over, but she still feared wouldnt be able to fall asleep. The incident in the car when Dominic couldnt hold a small bunch of grapes haunted her.

Did Keyley know about her brothers problem, or was it something else he kept to himself? Her conversation with his sister might have put one fear to rest where the boy was concerned, but it hadnt answered the more pivotal questions about his involvement with Jenny or his health. She flung herself on her stomach, bombarded with more questions until she knew no more.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

The alarm went off at seven-thirty a.m. Jordana tore out of bed to shower and wash her hair. After dressing in her red suit, she did her packing so shed be ready to go to the airport once the hearing was over. She could change clothes on the plane to be more comfortable for the flight home.

Keyley? she called out as she left the bedroom and hurried down the hall to join her for breakfast. The townhouse was so quiet. Have you heard from Dom? She took a few more steps. Oh she cried because shed run straight into his solid physique just coming out of the kitchen. Her face ended up pressed against his the material of an expensivelooking gray suit covering his broad chest. He smelled wonderful. His arms closed around her to steady her. For such a wee thing, you pack a powerful punch, Jordana Hall. Im sorry. She tried to move away, but he held her fast. This is the third time youve run into me. You know what they say about the third time being the charm. Are you trying to tell me something? he teased in an exaggerated accent. His lips were buried in her curls. . Im afraid all Im telling you is that Im a klutz. Klutz? Clumsy. My brother used to tease me that I was like a sports car, built too close to the ground to see whats in front of me. Dominics body shook with silent laughter. Hiding her face in his shoulder for a moment longer she said, Now that Ive met father and son, I understand why you call me a wee thing. My mothers your size. The Ross men have a thing for women as high as their hearts. Jordana knew he hadnt meant anything personal by it, but she wished he hadnt mentioned his heart. The subject was too painful. He saw her as a novelty. Being an American, she was different. But the second she was foolish enough to take him seriously, the fun of the chase would be over for him. He would grow bored of her. She

couldnt bear that. Dominic filled her mind and her heart so completely, there would never be room for anyone else. She eased out of his arms. With that kind of charming talk, the Ross men of old wouldnt have had to resort to exercising their droit de seigneur. He went perfectly still. Tell me you didnt just say that. I was only teasing, Dominic. Of course I didnt mean it. So help me, I think you did. His eyes had darkened until they looked almost black. After what shed said, after insulting him in a way that went straight to the jugular, he had every right to tell her he didnt want her genealogical services any longer. A lesser man would do it without any compunction. But Dominic Ross was cut from a finer cloth. He stared at her as if shed been transformed into something he no longer admired. If you want to fire me, Ill understand and pack my bags. Lines marred his arresting features. Thats the last thing I want, he ground out. She didnt know him like this. Dominic? Dont you realize why I said what I did? What? he demanded in a withering tone. That youre Mormon, and I come from a different world? Her chin lifted stubbornly. Its true. Stop lying to yourself, Jordana. Dont try to use religion and my background for excuses. The real truth is, youre terrified of any man who gets too close to the fire.

Intense fires have a way of burning out fast, she responded. All thats left is a residue of dead ashes. When I return to California, Id rather leave with as few regrets as possible. Dominic was right about one thing. She was frightened to get any more involved with him only to have to say goodbye forever because another woman held his heart. That first night in your office you were all green eyes, open and warm. You were all the woman a man could ask for. That woman was honest, exciting. Generous beyond my wildest dreams. Where did she go? he asked in a thick-toned voice. Jordana sucked in her breath. Shes still here. But only as my genealogist. She swallowed hard. Thats right. So what if I become a Mormon? Is that the password I need to be able to enjoy your company day and night? Dominic, Dominic. .

We have a saying in Gaelic. Ni heolas go haontios. It means you cant know me without living with me. I want to know you, Jordana. In my gut I know you want to know me. I do, she admitted, but only under certain conditions. First of all, you would have to become a Mormon for one reason only. That would be because you received a witness that it was the true Church of Jesus Christ on the earth today and you wanted to become a member. Secondly, we would have to marry in the temple before becoming intimate.

The second she mentioned the word marry, the light dimmed in his eyes. To a man of the world, what shed just said must have sounded brutal. How long did you know your husband before you married him in the temple? Six months. I lived with a woman that long too. Yet where are the four of us today? Thats not the point. Id say its very much to the point. All relationships are a risk. Some take, some dont. You and I have every reason to be cynical. But you cant deny theres a rare and powerful chemistry between us. Ive never denied it. Forget the fact that Ill be the next Earl of Rossmont, if thats another big obstacle for you. Its meaningless. Antiquated. When I moved out years ago, father threatened to cut me out of the will, title and all. Even if he didnt really mean it, I dont want it. Hopefully hes years away from dying, so its a moot point anyway. His body tautened. The amassing of fortunes has dominated the Ross family for generations. It has ruined my relationship with my brothers and uncle who are obsessed with nothing else. I got Keyley out of there before it could infect her. He spoke with such passion Jordana couldnt help but believe him. Im sorry youve been in so much pain. His hands formed fists. Its not a pretty picture of the well adjusted family like yours But it is your family and your birthright, Dominic. Things could change.

You mean my family could have an epiphany and decide to give away all their worldly goods to the poor as Jesus suggested? came the solemn response. Thats not going to happen. Whats important is my life here and now. Does it include Jenny? If she listened to him any longer, then she was a fool. Im leaving for California after the hearing. You can do that, but it wont solve our problem. Were already beyond the point of no return. You cant hide from the truth, Jordana. Im not hiding. He stood there watching her. Suddenly a smile broke out on his lips, changing his whole demeanor. Jordana couldnt keep up with his mercurial moods. What? It was so infectious she couldnt help smiling back. . Your sleep obviously restored you, he observed. It should have done. I got a full six hours. One brow quirked. Is that all you need? Your curls are all loose. They bounce when you walk. Waking or sleeping, youre a natural beauty. I bet you tell that to all the girls. Shed almost said Jennys name before she realized how ridiculous she would have sounded. Dominic, I didnt mean I know what you meant, he broke in. You have a hard time accepting compliments. Did she? Then let me thank you. Youre welcome. Im giving you notice that youd better start getting used to them as long as you work for me.

The fluttery feeling in her stomach intensified. Work! Were supposed to be at a hearing in a few minutes. You need breakfast first. She shook her head. Ill eat on the plane. Let me just get my purse and the folder with my notes and documentation. When she returned to the hall with everything including her suitcase, Dominic took it from her and put it against the wall. Well come back here after the hearing for lunch at least. His authoritative tone brooked no argument.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Dominic drove them to the civic center in downtown Cork. They walked through the hall to the civil court where he ushered Jordana into the judges chambers on the

second level. For the moment they were alone. He guided her to the chairs facing the desk. Once they were seated he opened his briefcase and pulled out a legal brief. On cue the judge wearing his robes entered through another set of doors. Dominic got up and walked over to shake his hand. Judge Gelvey? I would like to introduce the genealogist I told you about. This is Ms. Jordana Hall from Costa Mesa, California. She got to her feet as the wiry, middle-aged man approached. His gray gaze centered on her with seeming pleasure. How do you do, Ms. Hall. I dont believe Ive had occasion to meet with a female genealogist before. If theyre all as attractive as you, then Ive been missing something. Jordana laughed gently. Ive decided Irishmen have the monopoly on making a woman feel good. He darted Dominic an amused glance before taking his seat behind the desk. I understand you have a notarized document with you that has some bearing on the Ross vs. Ross case before the court. Yes. She pulled Henrys signed affidavit from her purse. Dominic handed it to the judge along with the police report from the break in at his law firm. The judge put on his glasses to read them over. When hed finished, he looked up at Dominic who began speaking. Between the investigation of the FBI and the authorities here in Ireland, Ive every reason to believe the planted evidence pertaining to Cillian Ross and the break in at my office to steal a collection of books, Cillians legacy, are related.

Yesterday I was dealt a blow when my brothers who are in league with my uncle, confessed they were the ones who hired the thug who broke in. Ive decided not to press charges in lieu of catching a much bigger fish. Someone has a vested interest in Cillian Ross, not only for his inheritance but those books which are worth several million pounds sterling at least. I believe the planted baptismal document was meant to throw fathers genealogist, Teddy Reynolds, off the track leading nowhere. Whoever did it is hoping the time will run out before you make your decision in February to break up the trust. However, this person didnt count on me hiring my own genealogist who found the planted evidence first. If you would permit, Id like Ms. Hall to explain the nature of her work. Im hoping that when shes finished, youll be convinced it would be in the best interest of the case to allow a continuance past the February court date in order for Innis Ross to find Cillian Rosss living descendants. The judge leaned forward. Go ahead, Ms. Hall. Thank you, Your Honor. Jordana drew a dozen pages from her folder and handed them to him. These represent the work I started to do when I thought Id found the right Cillian Ross. They represent hours and hours of painstaking research for nothing. If Mr. Martin, an internationally renown documents expert, hadnt discovered the forgery, I could still be searching in vain, which brings me to my point. I have no idea if Mr. Innis Rosss brother is directly, indirectly, or not responsible at all for the planted baptismal entry, but in case he is, then the real work of locating Cillians living descendents has already been frustrated by days and nights of wasted hours and monies paid me for work going nowhere.

If you would allow me to show you a pedigree chart from the ancestor files at our firms data base, you would have some comprehension of what were up against. By all means. Come around. Thank you, Your Honor. He got up from his chair so Jordana could be seated. Both the judge and Dominic leaned over her shoulder to watch. In a few minutes shed brought up Ceallach Ross, the name Teddy Reynolds had found. Since Teddy Reynolds had done the search, she hadnt looked at it before. She noticed a Rudolfo Munoz had submitted the name to the ancestor file. Something about that name registered in her consciousness, but she couldnt get her arms around it right now. Can you see the massive paper trail leading up to this name? Mr. Reynolds spent months researching this, only to discover it was the wrong Cillian Ross! When you talk of finding a name, its literally like looking for a needle in a haystack. You gave Innis Ross a year to find Cillians living descendants, yet it took Mr. Reynolds close to a third of a year just to find this one name and it turned out to be the wrong one. But with the technology today, and the enormous data base housed in the worlds greatest repository in Salt Lake City, Utah, the work can go faster. She turned and looked the judge in the eye. After 180 years, dont you think you could grant Innis a longer period of time to find out if Cillian truly did have a son who grew up to father his own family and perpetuate the Ross family line? Were finally in the age of the computer. I believe it was invented to perform vital work like this to bring families together.

What would it hurt if Mr. Ross had two, or three or even five more years to do a thorough search? In the end, its only money were talking about, not something really important like a mans life or a mans soul. Her gaze shifted to Dominic whose eyes were burning like blue fires. The blinding heat caused her to look away. I-I would think the best idea would be to let the money continue to sit in the bank gathering interest for another few years while the search continues, she stammered. The sad truth is, once the money is parceled out, unwise investors might squander it, leaving the entire Ross family vulnerable if they fell on hard times and needed a nest egg. Improbable as that might sound with their wealth, stranger things have happened. However, thats just my thought on the matter for what its worth. She closed the window on the computer before going back to her seat. Both men stood by the judges desk staring at her like she was some kind of apparition. Jordana swallowed hard. Shed been too outspoken and had overstepped her ground, but Dominics fight had become hers too. Thank you, Ms. Hall. He cleared his throat. Ill take everything you said under advisement and render my decision at the February court date. For now Ill keep the materials you both gave me. Now if you two will excuse me, my courtroom is waiting. The second he was out the door Dominic reached for her. With those powerful arms he lifted her off the ground and swung her around. Jordana, Jordana.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Those words whirled in her mind all the way back to the townhouse. Neither of them spoke. Her thoughts were too full of Dominic. Shed been dreading the impending separation. Now that it was almost here, she couldnt even talk about it. Lets eat lunch, shall we? he said after escorting through the house to the kitchen. I dont think I could. Then how about breakfast. He got busy making eggs and sausage. Soon hed put bread and juice on the table. Will you join me? Who could resist him? Bowing to the inevitable, she sat down and munched on a sausage. No matter what time of day, I can always eat breakfast. Youre a woman after my own heart. His heart again. Dominic had already taken possession of hers. When weve finished, Im taking you sightseeing. Her thoughts reeled. She rested her fork. I have to go home, Dominic. Not yet. Weve got unfinished business. I dont understand. Then let me explain, he said in an urbane tone. Ive arranged for Jeff Hopkins to fly here to discuss business. Hell be expecting to meet us in my office next Monday morning; therefore you cant go home yet. Jeffs coming here? Ive talked with the authorities. Weve set up a sting operation. If hes innocent, then well tell him the truth after the fact. .

As simple as that. Dominic could manage anything. She felt sorry for Jeff if he wasnt operating on the up and up. Wipe that tragic look off your face, Jordana. Ill make it worth his time. Naturally Ill be paying for his trip and hotel. On the strength of your belief hes a good man, well interview him together and Ill let you do the talking first. She wiped her mouth with a napkin. I have to believe theres a reasonable explanation for him not using his real name when hes dealing with potential buyers. His eyes flashed. Not if hes honest. But well find out the truth soon enough. She nodded sadly. Is there something else you havent told me? Her head flew back. No. Of course not. Then I dont see a problem. Until Monday you can do your research here. That meant getting in deeper and deeper with Dominic. As for Jeff she hoped he had a straight forward explanation for everything. After watching Dominic in action with his brothers and Sara, she would hate to see him caught in something as ugly. In the meantime, Ill show you around Cork for the rest of the day. Whatll it be? What suits your mood? The Killarney Lakes? Blarney Castle? With those words hed just plucked her from the depths to the heights. The last thing shed wanted to do was leave Dominic today, let alone ever. As much as we can fit in. Then lets go. She was out of her seat before he could help her. Just let me wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen first. Its the least I can do after such a delicious meal.

Leave everything, he ordered. Thats Mrs. Conals domain. She knew better than to argue. Until they met with Jeff, she was in Dominics hands. After that thered be nothing else left to keep her in Ireland. Today was too heavenly an opportunity to be with him. For this one day she would forget Jenny and just enjoy the moment. Ill change clothes and meet you in the foyer. Ill lend you Saras coat. Sometime today itll rain. Jordana loved the rain. It was all part of the Emerald Islands mystique. So was Dominic She was amazed at how much ground they covered in one afternoon. Castles, ports, shops and villages. They enjoyed taste treats everywhere they went. Seeing so many historical places with Dominic made everything live for her. But the high point for her came when they arrived in Queenstown, renamed Cobb. There was nowhere in Ireland replete with more poignant memories than this embarkation point for America. What are you thinking about? Dominic stood behind her with his hands on her upper arms covered by the parka. Ive done so much genealogy which Ive traced from here. To actually see it with my own eyes is a great thrill for me. I can picture thousands of hungry and penniless Irish men and women leaving on the ships to go build a new life in America. When you think how many died on the journey in the terrible traveling conditions of the time Her eyes smarted. A lot survived and prospered, he reminded her.

I know, her voice trembled. Just think-- Cillian sailed out of this harbor. Many times. What he did was so fantastic! Dominic hugged her gently around the neck and pulled her back against him They remained like that for a long time, both deep in their own thoughts. Then it started to rain again. The weather had been like this on and off throughout the day. She loved it. She loved this man holding on to her as if she were something he cherished. There was no other feeling like it on earth. Over the months and years of her life when she was alone, she would relive this moment. Thank you for a magical day, Dominic. Actually night had fallen hours ago. It was after ten oclock. . He opened the front door of the townhouse to let her inside, but she was painfully aware that since dinner, hed been careful to keep his physical distance from her. She feared his conscience had started bothering him in case Jenny had been waiting for him. It was warning him in a loud voice. Sleep well, Jordana. Ill call you in the morning and see how your research is coming. Now that he was the one pulling away, she wanted to beg him to stay for a while, but she didnt dare. The only thing Jordana could do was watch the man she loved beyond all else stride swiftly toward his car parked in front. She died a little with every step he took away from her. Before he could catch her staring after him, she closed the door.

Jordana didnt know if Keyley was upstairs studying or out some where with friends. In case it was the latter, she left the foyer light on and moved through the house to the bedroom.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Another fire crackled away in the hearth. It was so welcoming Jordana wanted to stay in front of it, but her cell phone was vibrating. She walked over to the dresser and picked it up to retrieve the message. Ginger had phoned, asking her to call. There were other messages from her brother and her parents complaining because she hadnt returned their earlier calls. Guilt pricked her to think shed forgotten to ring them. Shed phone them after she talked to the girls. It was ten oclock here. They would have just finished eating lunch. After hurriedly showering, she got ready for bed, then sank down on the loveseat in front of the fire and made the call. Jordana Ginger cried excitedly. Just a minute. Ill tell Shell to pick up on her extension. Hi Jordana Shelby chimed in. Hows business you two? Couldnt be better. Where are you right now? Im staying with Dominics sister, Keyley. Its a lovely townhouse he owns in Cork. Lucky you. Did you talk the judge into giving Dominic an extension? Im afraid it was overkill. Hell announce his decision next month. If you couldnt budge him, it means he has a heart of stone. Now tell us how you are. Jordana couldnt explain how she felt. Emotions welled up in her so she couldnt talk. Thats what we thought, Ginger ended the prolonged silence.

I didnt say anything, her voice croaked at last. You didnt have to. We watched you and Dominic fall in love while he was eating your moms pumpkin pie. Anyone could see how you both felt even then. He was crazy about you from the very first moments, Shelby declared. Dominics a man who knows what he wants. It didnt surprise us he hired you so he could be with you all the time. Did I ever tell you my husband proposed to me on our first date? Jordana wiped the tears from her face. Yes. But this is different. No its not. Dont let what Brad did ruin what could turn out to be an enduring love affair. Ive gotten past Brad. The second the words left her mouth, she knew they were true. She had moved on. Besides the insurmountable problem of Dominic not being LDS, Im just not sure he can get past the woman hes involved with. How long have they been together? I wouldnt know. She closed her eyes tightly, causing moisture to squeeze between the lashes. Dominic doesnt have any idea Im aware of her existence. What? Its complicated, Ginger. By accident I overheard a conversation between his sisters roommate and Dominics brother. I learned that her name is Jenny, and her child is his godson. A godson usually implies a strong friendship. Maybe thats all it is. When Dominic was here, he didnt strike me as a man whod left his heart behind.

Nor me, Shelby concurred. Jordana cleared her throat. If his sister Keyley hadnt held back when she had a chance to tell me the truth last night, I would tend to think youre right. Im afraid its what she didnt volunteer that lets me know the relationship isnt platonic. Then he probably needs more time to break it off with her. When he flew to Costa Mesa, he had no idea he was going to meet the love of his life. A small cry broke from Jordanas throat. Youre a hopeless romantic, Shell. For once I agree with Shell, Ginger declared. Youll just have to give this some time. Its running out. What do you mean? Ill be flying home next week. She didnt want to say anything about Jeff until she knew the truth about him. Have you given him his Book of Mormon yet? Yes. Last night. And? they asked in unison. He said hed read it, but Im not holding my breath. Dominic has too many other things on his mind. His business interests keep him as busy as his law practice. As long as youre there for a while, lets hook up computers so you can stay busy.

Jordana sat forward on the couch. Keyley made the same suggestion. She even offered to help me. Then take her up on it. Dominic already sent his private plane for you. I think telling you he wanted you to testify at the hearing was a ruse to get you over there.

At first I thought the same thing, but what about Jenny? Want some unsolicited advice? Shelby broke in. Yes? Hes retained you to work for him. So go with the flow and see what happens. Let him make the decisions. Pretty soon itll all be made clear to you. Jordanas hand tightened on the phone. I want to believe that, but Im terrified. We know, Shelby murmured. But Dominic Ross is worth the terror if you know what we mean. Just to catch you up, your parents are back from your aunts in New Mexico and are anxious to hear from you. Ill phone them. Youve also had more calls from your brother. He says Alex is interested, whoever he is. Oh, and a Senora Ramirez phoned. She lost your cell phone number. I think thats it for now. She sniffed. Thanks guys. Im going to let you go so you can get some work done. If you need to talk, call us day or night. I promise. No sooner had she hung up than her phone rang again. She checked the caller ID. When she saw who it was, bands constricted her breathing. Clicking on she said, Hello, Dominic? I cant sleep and know you cant either. She clutched the edge of her robe in her hand. I havent tried yet. Tell me something I dont know. Whove you been talking to?

The girls phoned. We were catching up on business. After a slight pause, Keyley went to Castleross tonight. Im coming over there. The line went dead. Knowing him, hed be walking through the front door before she could blink. With her adrenaline gushing, she jumped up from the loveseat to get dressed in a pair of jeans and a purple knit sweater that fit at the waist. Her hair was still damp from the shower. She dashed into the bathroom to blowdry it. A few minutes later Jordana heard footsteps in the hall. She met Dominic in the living room and found herself the object of his piercing blue gaze. It made no sense for us to be together all day, only to be apart tonight. Go with the flow and see what happens. Im glad you came back. His expression had grown fierce. If you hadnt said that, so help me, Jordana Tell me something first,. How does Jenny feel about your coming over here? A stunning silence filled the room. How did you hear about her? Sara. He rubbed his chest absently. His eyes impaled hers. What exactly did she tell you? Not me, Dominic. It was what she said to your brother over the phone. Go on. She rubbed her arms before relating Saras exact words. Are you in a relationship with her right now? Its none of my business, of course. But if you are, you shouldnt be here talking to me at this time of night.

He paced the floor, then stopped. I love Jennifer. She and Petey will always be part of my life, but not in the way Sara imagines. Jordana watched helplessly as he put both hands in his jacket pockets, his dark head lowered. Peter Louder was my best friend from childhood. We played rugby together, did it all. When I left home, he traveled with me, roomed with me at college. He was on the team with me that took the championship. We were closer than family. I was there the day he met Jennifer. I was the best man at his wedding. They asked me to be Peteys godfather. Almost two years ago we went sailing one afternoon while Jenny shopped with her mother and Petey. A sudden nightmarish squall off Cape Clear Island capsized my sailboat. The boom hit his head, sending him into the waves. I swam around frantically looking for him. When I found him, he was bleeding profusely. I watched him sink beneath the waves. Jordana shuddered. Oh, Dominic She couldnt begin to imagine his horrific pain. I made a promise to myself that his wife and child would never want for anything, he said in a tortured voice. Its a vow I plan to keep until I die. Personally I dont care what other people think. My whole life has been plagued with gossip. The truth is, Jenny never saw anyone but Pete. Without conscious Jordana moved closer and put her hand on his arm. Shes the luckiest woman in the world to have you for her friend.

Lucky he cried out angrily, jerking around to face her. His features looked wooden in the firelight. Im the one who talked him into going sailing that day. Jennifer begged him not to go because the weather was unstable. But because I was the one asking, he told her she worried too much. A nerve throbbed near his temple. I shouldnt have suggested we go that day, but never having been a family man, I didnt think about the risk. My relationships with women never could have reached the marriage stage. I had no one to answer to. I was free to be my own man all the time. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. If anyone had to die out there, it should have been me. Jennys a widow because I was too selfish. Pete was the best father around. Thanks to me hell only be a vague memory in Peteys mind when hes grown up. No, Jordana challenged. Hell have you to tell him all about his father. What happened that day was an accident. A freak squall is just that. They happen off the California coast too. It isnt anyones fault. No one held a gun to Petes head. Youre not to blame, Dominic. His eyes glittered with raw pain. You werent there. You dont understand. Then help me. She had the impression he wanted to say more, but then he closed up. I have to go. Then why had he come over? Dont leave I wouldnt be good company tonight and have to be at the office early. With lightning speed he vanished from the living room. She in turn fled to the bedroom. By

the time she heard the front door open and close, she was convulsed and threw herself on the bed.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Liz poked her head in the door. Im leaving now. Anything I can do before I go? She put some letters on the desk for him to sign. Dominic lifted his head from the brief he was preparing for a client. Not a thing, thanks. Have a good night. Will do. See you tomorrow. He was glad shed gone. Dominic had purposely set his last appointment for after hours. Theyd be here in ten minutes. After making a few more notes, he closed the file on his desk and dealt with the letters. Once hed set the anti-entry device on the computer, he shrugged into his suit jacket and walked in the reception room. Thank heaven it was Friday. The whole weekend lay before him. He planned on spending all of it with Jordana. It might take that long to convince her she wasnt going back to California. Mr. Ross? At the sound of a male voice Dominics head lifted abruptly. Two towheaded missionaries in dark blue suits and ties entered the office. Did he and Pete ever look that young when they turned twenty? His thoughts drifted to Jordana. If shed been a missionary here in Cork and Dominic had seen her Come in, please. He shook their hands and told them to be seated. Instead of sitting behind Lizs desk, he pulled a chair around for himself. They wore name tags and carried book bags. Im Elder Briggs. This is Elder Larsen. Our district leader said you phoned and wanted to meet with the missionaries.

Dominic nodded. I appreciate you coming over here. This wont take long. I was raised Roman Catholic, but I disassociated myself from it in my teens. Recently I met someone whos a member of your church. In the course of conversation she kept mentioning the Holy Ghost. I dont espouse any religion. The only thing I know about the Holy Ghost is that Catholics believe in the trinity. What do Mormons believe? Youre talking about the godhead, Elder Briggs stated. If thats what you call it. We believe in God the Father, in His Son Jesus Christ and in the Holy Ghost. The difference is, we believe theyre one in purpose, but physically theyre separate entities. I read the story of Joseph Smith, Dominic stated. He said he saw two distinct personages standing before him in the air. Where was the Holy Ghost? The two missionaries looked at each other before Elder Larsen said, The Holy Ghost is a personage of spirit. When Joseph prayed, he was filled with that spirit so he could be in the presence of God and His Son. The Holy Ghost is the messenger of truth. One of the best examples of this is in Mark in the Holy Bible. He opened his scriptures and turned to a passage without hesitation. Here, Mr. Ross. Read starting with verse 14. Dominic took it from him. Then cometh Jesus from Galilee to Jordan unto John, to be baptized of him. But John forbade him, saying, I have need to be baptized of thee, and comest thou to me? And Jesus answering said unto him, Suffer it to be so now; for thus it becometh us to fulfill all righteousness. Then he suffered him. And Jesus, when he was baptized went up straightway out of the water; and lo, the heavens were opened

unto him and he saw the spirit of God descending like a dove, and lighting on him, and lo, a voice from heaven saying, This is My Beloved Son in whom I am well pleased. Elder Briggs sat forward. If all three gods are in one, then why did Jesus hear his fathers voice from heaven, and why did the spirit of God descend like a dove? Or when Jesus was in the Garden of Gethsemane, why did he pray to his father if he and his father are one? Or when he told the woman hed appeared to after his crucifixion, why did he tell her he hadnt yet ascended to his father in heaven so she mustnt touch him? Dominic didnt have answers to any of those questions, but their logic made total nonsense of the trinity concept. When Joseph Smith was praying, he saw a pillar of light, Elder Briggs interjected. That too was the spirit of God. Or the Holy Ghost, Dominic said. Yes. Its a symbol that the Holy Ghost was there and bore witness of the truth. Thats his job, to bear witness that something is true. He opened his Book of Mormon and turned to a certain passage. Here. Read this from Moroni 10. The second Dominic laid eyes on it, the passage was familiar because of Jordanas gift. He began reading aloud. And when ye shall receive these things, I would exhort you that ye would ask God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, if these things are not true; and if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will manifest the truth of it unto you by the power of the Holy Ghost, and by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things. The truth of all things

Jordana had said the Holy Ghost had been with Cillian. According to these missionaries, that was why hed been compelled to get the Princes works published, because the power of the Holy Ghost was upon him and witnessed to him the truth of the Princes words. Finally he had an answer to his question. It was so simple. What would the power of the Holy Ghost have felt like to Cillian? Dominic would give anything to know. Jordana had said that if he would read the Book of Mormon, hed be able to get inside Cillians skin. It was time to read it. He handed the book back to the missionary and stood up. Thank you for your time, Elders. Youve been of tremendous help. I understand now. They flashed him happy smiles and got to their feet. When can we come back and talk to you some more? Ill call you. Heres our cell phone number. Were available day or night. Dominic took the card from Elder Briggs and put it in his suit pocket. He walked them to the door and opened it. I cant thank you enough for coming. Anytime. They waved as they left.

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

By Friday Jordana had reached one of her lowest ebbs. Over the last three days shed settled into a routine at the townhouse. After she and Keyley ate breakfast together, she would head for the study and Keyley would go to school. Dominic would drop by in the evenings to see how the search was coming along, but hed seemed preoccupied and didnt talk about the night when hed rushed off so precipitously, leaving her hanging. She was torn up inside. All she could do was keep busy and productive, otherwise shed lose her mind completely. So far thered been dozens and dozens of negative responses from the requests shed sent to various islands in the Caribbean. It came down to the last six. Nada, nada, nada, nada, nada. Thats how this day had been going. With a heavy sigh she opened the last one to come in, sensing another nada. It had been sent by her special contact in Dominica. To her surprise this one contained some information. It came from a Roman Catholic parish in Portsmouth and read: From the marriage records: Cillian Ross of County Cork, Ireland, to Bernadette Brouchard on May 13, 1830. From the birth records, a son ne Dominic Padraig Gainnes Brouchard Ross, Nov 28, 1830. Family history indicates couple left Dominica for Ireland soon after the baby was born. Jordana didnt mean to cry out at the top of her lungs, but she must have done. Keyley, whod been upstairs studying, came running into the room with a frightened expression in her eyes.

Whats wrong? Forgive me for alarming you, Keyley, but this is it! I know it in my bones. Keyley shook her head in bewilderment. Know what? Take a look on the screen. She hurried around the desk to see what Jordana was talking about. Jordana watched her lips move. Then she raised her head and looked at her. You found him! Chills raced up and down her spine. Im positive of it. Tears filled their eyes before they gave each other a spontaneous hug. Keyleys face was wreathed in a smile that made her look positively beautiful. We have to phone Dominic and tell him. Tell me what? He stood inside the study with a large sack in his hand, staring at the two of them curiously. Keyley did what Jordana wanted to do and flew across the expanse to hug him. Jordanas found Cillians son! Even from the distance separating them, his eyes turned an electrifying blue. His gaze collided with Jordanas. Is this true? Well ask Henry to fly down there and authenticate it, but in my mind it probably isnt a plant, not when Dominica has been pretty inaccessible to this point in time. After the information you gave me on Cillians mother, there cant be any doubt about these people. Her maiden name was Gainnes, right?

Just as Dominic gave her an almost imperceptible nod, the sack he was holding dropped to the floor. The pained expression that crossed over his face reminded her of that moment in the car when hed dropped the grapes. This was the second time in one week. Something was terribly wrong and getting worse. Keyley dashed over to pick it up. If she knew why it had happened, she didnt let on. Anyone could think hed lost his grip because hed gone into shock over the incredible news. She set it on the coffee table before addressing her brother who looked like he was in a semi-trance. Youll never guess what Cillian named his son, Dom. Come and see. Its all there on the screen. Jordana watched him sit down at the computer and absorb the information in the e-mail. He kept his hands spread out on his legs. Though she was concerned for his health, she knew what this moment meant to him and was so happy she could scarcely contain her joy. Keyley looked at her, seemingly oblivious to his distress. Do you think they named him Dominic because they met on the island of Dominica? Possibly. Or they might have loved the name. It means of God. Keyley put her arms around his neck from behind and rocked him. The gesture was so loving Jordana could hardly get the rest of the words out. Then again they might have named their son Dominic in honor of another Dominic in the family. Perhaps if we were to do a search of the Ross line back to the Middle Ages, we would discover an illustrious ancestor with the name Dominic. Its difficult to say.

Thats what Im going to do as soon as you show me how! Keyley declared in exactly the same kind of voice Dominic used at his most authoritative. You cant go back to the States until you teach me how to do genealogy. Uh oh, Keyley. Better watch out. Jordana smiled at her, loving her for saying what she just did. Youve been bitten by the genealogy bug. Its like a giant game of Clue. When it grabs you, it never lets go. Maybe now you can see why its so exciting. But theres a downside. What do you mean? It raises more questions than it answers. You have no idea how many people I want to meet from my family lines in the next life. I have a list of questions a mile long I want to ask them. By now Dominic had risen to his imposing height. He turned to her. How did you do it? he asked in a gravelly voice. A friend of my fathers found someone I could bribe. Hes a twenty-one year old returned missionary from Martinique who still has extended family living in Dominica. He needed a job. I gave him one and put him on salary. Hes been traveling all over the island being my eyes. Im glad you have so much money, Dominic. This could never have happened otherwise. Were probably going to need a lot more of it before were through. Thank God for you. Theres no doubt in my mind He helped us. She watched him swallow as if it was difficult.

Keyleys got the right idea, he said. Now that youve broken the code, well all work on it nonstop for as long as it takes until we can identify his living descendants. Id say this calls for a celebration. Since you wouldnt drink champagne if I offered it, what can I do to show you how grateful I am? That was easy. Tell me you want to investigate the Church. That would be a start in the right direction. Of course she couldnt say that. Lets break out the nummy food I can smell coming from that sack. I love Chinese. Come and help me in the kitchen, Keyley. After we eat, well get started on some searches before bed. Jordana knew Dominic needed time alone to recover from this latest episode with his hands. For him it was a night of agony and ecstasy.

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Dominic got up from the desk and went into the bathroom where he could be alone. As soon as the feeling came back in his hands he phoned Dr. Shay at home on his cell phone. The older man answered on the fourth ring. Is this Dominic? he said right off. Yes. Forgive me for bothering you this evening, but I need to talk to you. Ive told you to call me anytime. Have you had another episode since your last appointment? He flexed his right hand. Ive had two in the last week. What about your feet? No problems yet, but Dominic was expecting the worst any day now. I dont do Saturday appointments, but I will for you. Can you be at my office at eight a.m.? Theres something Id like to discuss with you. I was going to wait until your next appointment, but under the circumstances Ill tell you tomorrow. His hand tightened on the phone. Cant you tell me now and save you the trouble of having to meet with me in the morning? Yes. Of course. Provided youre willing, Id like to submit you as a guinea pig for a new surgical treatment of your disease. Youre still in the early stages, and youre in excellent physical health and shape. Adrenalin filled his system. You mean there is one? Its been in the experimental stage for quite a while. I didnt mention it before because the results werent a hundred percent, so I didnt want to give you false hope. What kind of results are we talking about? In a few cases it has slowed down the process. In a few others, it has stopped it.

Stopped it? Dominic cried out. Yes. The surgery would replace the damaged nerves in your forearms and hands with a new protein that would stimulate nerve cell growth. If successful, this treatment could be done to your feet if and when the time comes. But remember, theres no guarantee. No, but only a few successes means theres hope! Dominic declared forcefully. I want to do it as soon as possible. When can I go in the hospital? The procedure is being done in Paris, France, by a team of neuro and vascular surgeons. Paris How long would I have to stay there? Three weeks to a month depending on complications. Will you call and make the arrangements for me? Ill phone Paris tomorrow and see what I can find out, then Ill call you. Thank you, Dr. Shay. You have no comprehension of what this means to me. Dominic clicked off. No one in Dominics family knew about his disease. Only Jennifer was privy to that information. She hadnt had a vacation since Petes death. Knowing what this could mean, would she come with him for the first week for moral support? Maybe her mother would accompany her and they could all go on the train together. Petey would love it. Dominic would tell everyone he had to be in Capetown for a month on business. If the operation wasnt successful, no one would be the wiser. Life would go on the same.

But if it was successful If it was Tomorrow hed go over to Jennys and tell her the news. As for tonight, Jordana, and Keyley were calling him to come and eat. What were you doing so long? Keyley asked when he joined them at the table. I had an important phone call to make. I bet fathers over the moon! Not yet, Dominic mused, but he would be as soon as he called him tonight. Right now Im stuck up there with him, thanks to our golden-haired genealogist, the only person who could have performed this miracle. Jordana smiled, but her green eyes remained soulful. Twice now shed seen him drop things and knew he had a big problem. So far she hadnt pried or given him away. Was it because she didnt want to know about it? Or did she find him less appealing so her feelings couldnt go any deeper? They finished their meal with Keyley doing most of the talking. She was already attached to Jordana. When you were around her, you couldnt help but be. Caught up in the excitement of finding Cillians son, his sister was showing a remarkable interest in genealogy. Only time would tell if she developed Jordanas lust for the hunt. Much as he wanted to be with Jordana tonight, he decided hed better not put off telling his father the incredible news. He could do that in the car on the way back to his house. And there were other new thoughts that had taken hold of his psyche, like a possible cure for his disease. He needed to make preparations with Timothy to take over while he was gone. Tonight in bed he would start reading the Book of Mormon. .

CHAPTER FIFTY

Jordana watched him leave the kitchen, cognizant of his taking her heart with him. The only cure for what ailed her right now was to get busy doing more genealogy. She helped Keyley clean up the kitchen, then they both went back to the study to get to work. Since Jordanas arrival in Cork, the room had been transformed into a mini genealogy office. Keyley had her own desk and worked from her laptop. Where do we go from here? Dominics sister was wonderful. This information says they left Portsmouth. That means by ship. Well start looking up ships that stopped there and see if we can find their names on any passenger lists. We have no idea how long they stayed in Dominica after Cillian was born, so well do a search over a five year period from the date of his birth. This is so exciting I can hardly stand it. Enjoy it while youre still feeling the rush, and remember the joy when a month has gone by and were still trying to get them off Dominica. She shook her head. Its not going to take that long, I just know it. Jordana kept her own counsel. In time Keyley would learn, but tonight she wouldnt burst her bubble for anything in the world. They worked steadily until eleven, then called it a night. Jordana went to her room and called the girls who let out a whoop. They promised to get busy helping now that theyd been pointed in the right direction. To Jordanas disappointment, she didnt see Dominic again until Sunday evening, long after shed returned from church services in Cork. He only came in long enough to

see how things were coming. Apparently hed been with his father most of the weekend going over the case they would present to Judge Gelvey at the next hearing. Keyley begged him to stay, but he said he couldnt because Jenny and Petey were expecting him. The next few days were a repetition of the last. By the time Wednesday came, Jordana was a mess. Shed sobbed into her pillow half the night. When she looked in the mirror, her eyes were puffy and red rimmed. To her chagrin there wasnt anything she could do about it. Her red suit looked bad with her pallor. She applied blusher which she rarely wore. It helped a little, but she was in no shape to go to Dominics law firm. Unfortunately she didnt have a choice. Hed sent a taxi for her. His office was located in an historic building with a lot of woodwork that brought out its charm and old world character. When she walked into the reception room, the secretary showed her into Dominics private suite. She glimpsed him at the window wearing a tan suit that provided the perfect foil for his black hair. The second she greeted him, her glance caught sight of Jeff Hopkins seated in one of the leather wingback chairs placed in front of the desk. He jumped up when he saw her and came over to shake her hand. Hey, Jordana. Apparently its you I have to thank for Mr. Ross wanting to do business with me. Its good to see you, Jeff. His happy, cheerful demeanor made what she had to do that much harder. She sat down in the chair next to him. I couldnt believe it when Mr. Ross told me you were over here doing genealogy for him.

It happened fast, she said avoiding Dominics interested gaze.

Hed told her

she had free rein to talk to Jeff first, so there was nothing to do but plunge in. I told Mr. Ross about the search you asked me to do on Cillian Ross. Were both anxious to know how familiar you are with Cillian Rosss masterpiece. Its a nine volume collection of books entitled Mexicos Ancient Origins. It was published in Spanish by a London publisher in 1838. Jeff blinked. Ive never heard of it. It was compiled by the Cillian you asked me to trace. I remember the name of course, but I dont know anything about a collection. Unless he was a consummate liar, his artless responses would have convinced anyone he was telling the truth. Let me ask you another question. When you came to the firm and asked me if I could find any living relatives on Charles Thomson, did you end up coming to Ireland to sell a document to one of them? His brows furrowed. No, he answered without hesitation. She expelled the breath shed been holding. If you dont know anything about a collection, and you werent trying to do business with one of the Thomsons, then could I ask why you wanted me to research those names in the first place? After a slight hesitation that spoke volumes he said, Whats this all about, Jordana? Now he was hedging. Something very important. On the strength of our many business dealings, I have to know the truth. Who wanted the information?

A faint flush crept into his face. Jeff was dark blond with the kind of complexion that revealed his emotions. The silence stretched before he eventually said, You found out didnt you. Keep going, Jeff . Lets hear it all. He swore you would never pry because youre too much of a professional. He? It took Jordana exactly one second before pure revelation flowed through her and she figured out who he was. What was it Mara had said? He was dressed very smart in a suit and tie. I remember thinking not every man could wear a pink shirt like that

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

Youre working for Brad! Jeff couldnt look her in the eye. Rage consumed her. Do you mean to tell me my ex-husband has been paying you to pay me for information, and you never said a word? Her cry rang throughout Dominics office. She could see him trying to swallow. Im sorry, Jordana. Brad never wanted you to know for fear-- wellyou know why. He knew it would upset you. I certainly didnt want to hurt you. Spare me the platitudes. Her fury was beyond tears. He was born a liar and a con artist. But you-- after knowing what he did to me, how he betrayed me-- I thought you were someone I could trust! I am! But business hasnt been that great in a while. He offered to help, and promised me youd never find out. Her eyes narrowed on him. Thats what you get for believing a liar, Jeff . To think that all this time youve both been using me. Let me guess how it works. He gets what he wants from you, then he makes money off the documents he sells and gives you a percentage. How much was your cut on the Thomson deal? Before he could make up an answer she said, Never mind. Knowing Brad, he cheated you because he knew you were desperate for any crumbs. I never meant for you to find out, Jordana! I swear it. All I do is pass on the information you give me. I dont know what goes on after he gets it. He never tells me anything. But he did say that if you found what he was looking for on Cillian Ross, it would make him a very rich man.

Jordana felt heat swarm into her cheeks. Thats right. He told you its going to shoot you up to the next tax bracket. But I wouldnt count on him giving you your fair share. If you know whats good for you, youll get out of the business and run as far away from him as possible. Im sorry Jordana. He looked stricken. Not as sorry as I am. Wait he called out. But shed already made it as far as the door. Ignoring him, she eyed Dominic. Ill be at the townhouse working. She made a quick exit. Dominics secretary called a taxi for her. It wasnt long before Jordana was back at the house. She changed into denims and a cotton top, then headed straight for the study. Work was the only thing she knew to help get her temper under control. Taking her colleagues at their word, she phoned them even though it was three in the morning their time. It was a brief call. Dominic came striding into the study, forcing her to tell them shed call them back. Are you all right? he demanded without preamble. He sounded out of breath, as if hed been running a great distance. . Of course. When you left my office, I wasnt so sure. If you thought I was in the same state as a year ago, dont worry. Only one collapse for one case of adultery per year is allowed. Relax, Dominic. I received a bit of

shock just now, but Im over it. Jeff isnt the culprit. He just does the dirty work for my ex-husband. A muttered curse escaped Dominics lips. To be honest, I had to get out of there for fear I would howl in front of Jeff for the sheer idiot I was to have actually married a monster like Brad. Something has to be seriously wrong with me to have gotten involved with him in the first place. Jeff has made a fool of me too. I have no judgment when it comes to men. Theres something about me that tells them Im an easy target. But getting back to the subject Where specifics are concerned, Im convinced Jeff doesnt have a clue what Brads been up to. I agree. Hes simply a pawn willing to be exploited for money because his business is is failing. I would imagine hes on the phone crying to Brad right now because hes been found out. Dominic shook his dark head. I dont think so. As far as Jeff s concerned, hes done nothing wrong. Of course not, she muttered. Since the moneys good, hed be foolish to ruin things by telling Brad that Dominic Ross has learned his guilty secret. He moved closer. Jeff knows you wont tell Brad, not when youve had nothing to do with him since the divorce. She nodded. Ive always been so gullible, both Jeff and Brad assumed I would never catch on.

His black brows met in a straight line. One thing Ive learned in my business as a solicitor. Theres an interesting phenomenon among scoundrels. They can always count on honorable people to remain honorable. Neither of them is worthy to breathe the same air as you, Jordana. Thank you. I meant it. I know. Then talk to me, he said fiercely. I thought we were talking. Youre in pain. Admit it. She drew in a deep breath. Im fine. No youre not, he ground out. Im afraid greed is a human failing. It has managed to dominate my family for generations. Obviously the Ross clan doesnt have the monopoly on it. She cocked her head toward him. Brads the man youre after. He stared at her. I need a picture of him. I dont have any, but maybe theres a snap of him in Shelbys album from our wedding. When its morning over there, Ill ask her to scan one on the computer and send it to us. Dominic sat on the corner of the desk. Something tells me your ex-husband was the one who approached Rian.

Yes, it was Brad. He and Jeff bear a superficial resemblance. Dark blond hair, five feet ten. Cunning. I bet he has dozens of assumed names, Michael being one of them. Ill e-mail his picture to father. Hell get Rian to identify him. It all makes sense. Brad Cahill is big into Irish-American history. He buys and sells documents on the side. Because of his contacts at University contacts in Cork and Dublin, he travels here quite often. Thats probably where he met Teddy. Do you think it was your father who told him about Cillians collection? Dominic nodded. I asked father about it. He admitted that when he kept badgering Teddy to search the Mexican records because of the judges time limit, he made mention of a literary work which was sacred to the family. By confiding that much information, he hoped to light a fire. Jordanas jaw hardened. That would have been like waving a red flag in front of Brad. I can picture him now, eaten alive by thoughts of thousands of pounds sterling pouring from the Ross coffers into his bank account. Dominic flattened his palm against the top of the monitor. When Teddys had a few drinks, he loses his inhibitions. It wouldnt surprise me if he told your ex-husband about the search for Cillians descendants. She buried her face in her hands. After listening to Jeff, Im convinced Brad was the one who doctored that baptismal record for his own devious purposes. He knows about things like ink and paper of the different time periods. He has all kinds of books on the subject. Henry will be able to help the police with that.

I was already planning to e-mail Mr. Martin a photo and ask him to send it to Mr. Gutierrez for identification. He was the man who accompanied him to the lab that day. Ill get it for you, she volunteered. Jordana? Ive got to go back to my office and work. When Im through, Ill come by for you and well go out to dinner. Thank you for the invitation, but Id rather stay in tonight. Then Ill bring food back here. Im sorry to say it wont be chile verde burritos.

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

Dominic kept working on some legal briefs through the rest of the day while he waited for Teddy Reynolds to arrive from Dublin. The genealogist promised he would come straight to the law firm from the airport. Dominic? His head reared. Teddy had come into the room. I rapped on the door, but I guess you didnt hear me. I was working on an important case. Sit down, Teddy. His fathers genealogist looked tired, like an old professor. Your message sounded urgent. I got here as soon as I could. I appreciate that. Tell me everything you know about Dr. Brad Cahill. His eyebrows lifted. You know of him? I met someone who said hes quite a scholar. Oh he is. How did you meet him? About three and a half years ago the Society of Professional Genealogists of Ireland met in Belfast for a conference where he was featured as a guest speaker. Hes an affable chap. Knows his Irish-American history. We share a passion for the subject and it resulted in a growing friendship. When hes in Cork we meet at the Brazen Head for a pint of stout. I understand hes a teacher at the University of Southern California. Yes, but he has become a well respected historical documents dealer. Ive put him on to several potential buyers.

He pays you? A little on the side. Jordanas ex got around. Im curious, Teddy. What kind of documents has he handled? Well, when we were at lunch at the Shelbourne, he showed me a copy of the Betsy Ross letter hed found. That prompted me to mention I was working on a Ross line for a client. Dominic bit out an epithet. As simple as that. Naturally Dr. Cahill found it an interesting coincidence. So how much did you tell him about Cillian? Only that I was trying to find some marriage or baptism documents on him in Mexico. Teddy had told him a lot more than that, but hed been under the influence of stout at the time. The kind they served at the Shelbourne was strong even for a drinking man. What else has he shown you? Some drawings done by Charles Thomson. He was the one who designed The Great Seal for the First Continental Congress you know. Thats fascinating. Where did he get them? At an antique shop in Philadelphia. Would you believe theyd been placed inside the folds of an old quilt? He chuckled. They turned out to be authentic rough drafts and were worth twenty thousand pounds. Makes me think Im in the wrong business. Dominic cleared his throat. Since he has become a trusted acquaintance of yours, would you get in touch with him? Tell him Ive got something to sell him he

might be interested in. Naturally Ill pay for his flight and accommodations here, and of course youll receive a big bonus for your efforts. When Dr. Cahill arrived at Dominics office in Cork, the police would be waiting for him. Teddys smile made him look ten years younger. Of course, Dominic. Ill do it today. Mind if I have one of his business cards? Ive got one of his cards right here. He opened his billfold and handed it to him. Michael Chatterton. Historical documents dealer. There was an e-mail address on it. How come he goes by a different name? To keep his teaching and business separate. I see. Thanks, Teddy. Now tell me, hows it going on the search for Cillian? Were working round the clock. Fathers counting on you. He decided not to tell Teddy anything. He would find out soon enough when the police brought him in for questioning. Thanks for coming by. Dominic accompanied him to the front door, then returned to his desk. Like Jeff Hopkins, Teddy had just handed Brad Cahill to the authorities on a silver platter. No one was aware the police had wired Dominics office. Everything Jeff and Teddy said was on tape, but Dominic knew better than to involve Jordana any further. When she came up with a picture of her ex-husband, hed turn everything over to the police and let them take care of it. They were about to reel in the big fish.

Smiling with inner satisfaction at the just reward awaiting Jordanas ex, Dominic headed for the townhouse. Hopefully the news he had to tell Jordana would stop her from leaving Cork.

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

Around dinner time Keyley let out an explosive cry. Ive found Cillian and his family on a ships passenger list, destination Mobile, Alabama! Let me see it! Jordana cried While they were both scanning the document, Dominic called out from the hallway that he was home. Keyley jumped up from the desk with the printout and hurried into the hall to show him. When he appeared in the doorway, his gaze flicked to Jordana. You two have accomplished miracles already. I thought this was going to take months. Even years. It still could, but this is a fabulous find because it gets them off the island. Keyleys a super sleuth. No Im not, his sister protested. Jordana told me how to do everything. I had no idea it could be this fascinating. Hearing this news makes it harder for me to leave town. Leave? Jordanas heart dropped like a hot rock. A business trip? His expression was unreadable. Yes. Oh, Dom His sister moaned. How long will you have to be gone? As long as a month. To Jordana it sounded like a lifetime. How soon do you leave? she asked, trying not to let him know by her tone that she was absolutely devastated. First thing in the morning. Now that Cillians son has been found, the judge will give us all the time we need, especially after your impassioned speech before him the

other day. Since I have to go out to the house and see the parents, I decided to come by now and say goodbye. Im planning on you staying with Keyley until I get back. Will you do that for me? Jordana had gotten to the point where shed do anything for him. Yes, of course. Where else would she go? Keyley gave him a hug. Im going to miss you. Promise to call often? Ill phone every day to find out your progress. The phone wasnt the same thing as seeing him, but it was better than nothing. Steeling herself not to break down, Jordana flashed him a bright smile. I hope its very successful for you. Something flickered in the depths of his eyes. If it is, itll be a turning point in my life. Take care of yourself, Jordana. His gaze darted to Keyley. Come on. Walk me to the door. Samson ran circles around his legs on the way out. Keyley accompanied him to his car. Dom? You dont have to answer me a question if you dont want to. He darted his sister a glance. What is it you want to know? How important is Jordana to you? Very important. I thought so. But is she as important as Jenny? he broke in, reading her mind. Keyley slowly nodded.

Jennifer was Petes wife. As such Ill always love her and Petey and watch over them. But Jordanas something else again. In fact shes so important to me, I dont even know where to start. Im pretty sure shes in love with you. He inhaled sharply. I pray she is. Why do you say that? Because the man she married betrayed her. Keyley studied him for a moment. How long has she been divorced? More than a year. She doesnt trust any man, especially not me. But youre the best there is. He flashed her a brief smile. One day soon I hope shell think the same thing, but right now Im fighting a lot more than trust issues. Like what for instance? For one thing, my background works against me. If you mean shes not impressed with money and titles, I love her already. Youll love her even more when I tell you that the only thing shes impressed with is Cillians contribution to the world. And of course she says youre brilliant for suggesting I hire more genealogists to help in my search. Keyley slowly smiled at him. Well she would say that, wouldnt she? But dont keep me in suspense any longer. I want to know what else is wrong. Was his sister referring to the accident in the study when hed dropped the sack of food? Had she divined his secret? What do you mean, sweetheart?

I can see youre in love and always wondered when it would happen. But you said there was another issue. He breathed more easily. There is. Shes a Mormon. So? There are several Mormons in my classes at college. Whats the problem? She wont have anything to do with me in a personal sense because Im not a member of her church. Keyleys eyes clouded. She said that? She did. To quote her, The LDS Church is the only true church of Jesus Christ on the face of the earth today. Shes been a missionary for her church in Guatemala. Any man who hopes to win her heart would have to be a Mormon too. His sister bit her lip. Can you imagine Father Mikes reaction if he heard youd become a member of the church of the devil? Dominics lips twitched before he bowed his head. Can you imagine me joining any church? Her answer was a long time in coming. I guess if you loved Jordana enough. In the next instant she hugged him hard. Have a good trip. Come back safely please. I dont know what Id do without you. I feel the same, and I promise Ill be back. He got in the car and drove away with his sisters comment whirling around in his head. I guess if you loved Jordana enough. Dominic did love her enough. But in order to convince her, he had to believe in her church the way she did.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

Teddy watched for Brad Cahill to come out of the airline terminal. This was Teddys big moment. If everything went off the way he hoped, Brad would be doing business with Dominic Ross himself. That guaranteed Teddy the biggest windfall of his life. Like hed thought a year ago, Brad had come into his life for a reason. Now that another genealogist had found the actual birth record of Cillians son in Dominica, Innis Ross was letting Teddy go. But he was going to do better than all right now that he was in business with Brad, so it didnt matter so much. In fact he was glad not to be under that pressure anymore. As Brad walked toward him wearing an olive green suit with a pale green shirt, Teddy decided he was going to start dressing like him. With the next advance from Brad he would go to one of the trendy stores downtown to shop. Fiona wouldnt believe it. Thanks for picking me up, Brad said as he got in the car. Since Ive been to Mr. Rosss law firm before, I thought this would save you time. After they met with Dominic in a little while theyd head on over to the Shelbourne for a pint. He turned to Teddy. Do you think hes ready to part with that collection of books? Im sure of it.

On the way to the law firm, Brad gave him some new names of people who might be interested in a map made by an Irish cartographer. Once they arrived, the receptionist smiled at Teddy. Hello, Mr. Reynolds. Go right on in. Mr. Ross is expecting you. Thank you. Teddy liked the idea that he was being the entrepreneur today instead of it being the other way around. When they entered the office Teddy was surprised to see a stranger sitting at Mr. Rosss desk. The door closed behind them. He spun around to discover two more men barring the exit. Come all the way in, gentlemen. Im Mr. Ames from the FBI in the States. These other gentlemen are from the Irish authorities. Sit down, Mr. Reynolds. Whats going on? All in due time. He stared at Brad. Ill ask you to be seated too. Brad flashed Teddy a look of pure malevolence. The agent moved around the desk. Whom am I addressing today? Mr. Chatterton, Senor Munoz or Dr. Cahill? All three of you and any other aliuses you go by are under arrest. One of the other men put handcuffs on Brad. How did you catch up to me? Jordana Hall is a superb genealogist. She had the baptismal document you planted authenticated by a world expert. Henry Martin, he bit out. He nodded. Youre an excellent forgerer. Probably one of the best in the world, but you underestimated your ex-wife.

Ex-wife? Since when? Teddy gulped. It was over. Everything was over. No more perks. What was Fiona going to say when she heard about this? He needed a pint before he went home. He might even be sleeping on the chesterfield tonight.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

Paris, France

With his surgery scheduled for six in the morning, Dominic was now on a liquid diet. Jenny sat with him and ate what the hospital cafeteria sent up for dinner. They were just finishing their food when they heard a tap on the door. Jenny looked at her watch. Six-thirty p.m. That must be the missionaries. This is four nights in a row they havent missed. She put her plate on the cart and walked over to let them in. They entered wearing their usual dark suits. Tonight their overcoats were wet from the rain. Dominic had to concede he looked forward to their nightly visits. The first thing hed done after arriving in Paris was to arrange through the Mormon church there for missionaries to come. Both elders cheerful natures brought life and stimulating conversation into the sterile room. Hi, Jenny. After removing their coats, they brought their chairs over to the bed and sat down. Hows the patient? Elder Brown asked. He came from Bountiful, Utah, in the States. The Book of Mormon mentioned a land called Bountiful. Im not sick yet. Ask me tomorrow, Dominic grunted the words. Elder Troussard from Brussels, Belgium, flashed him a smile. But I bet you are sick of all the tests by now. He spoke English with a heavy French accent. Dominic nodded. I admit Im tired of being a pin cushion and look forward to getting the operation behind me. Youre welcome to the rest of my broth.

That got a chuckle out of them. Ive been enjoying our frank discussions. This kind of dialogue never went on when I was a teen. Where church was concerned, Pete felt the same way. Dominic had already told them about his friend and the horror when he drowned. We didnt get anything out of it. After Petes mother died, he used it as an excuse for not going anymore. I backed him up, but it caused an uproar with Petes grandfather whod helped raise him. Like Father Mike, the older man had a mindset you couldnt budge. He refused to discuss new ideas. Talking with the two of you is like breathing in fresh air. We like it too, Elder Brown confirmed with a sweet smile. Fearing this might be making Jenny uncomfortable he said, Jenny? Please feel free to go back to the hotel. During the days she took Petey and her mom around the city. With her artistic bent, Dominic was glad shed been to the Louvre and the museums housing the Impressionists. However, he worried about her being away from Petey every evening. She shook her head. Im with them all day long every day. Weve been all over Paris. Id like to stay if you dont mind. Of course I dont, but when I asked you to come to Paris with me, I wanted it to be a vacation for you, not a nursing job. Since when have you let me do anything? Youve been my moral support. Thats the hardest part. After what youve done for me, I wouldnt let you go through this alone. I just dont want you to feel obligated.

She smiled. I dont. Elder Brown leaned forward with a Book of Mormon in his hand. Where do you want to start reading tonight? Dominic studied the earnest young missionary. Could I ask you a personal question first? He nodded. Why did you continue going to your church when you didnt have to? Honestly, I mean. He took a minute before answering. Honestly, I dont know. My parents went and believed everything. Most of the time I liked how I felt when I was there. Certain talks from the pulpit made me feel good. Talks? You dont know anything about our church do you. No. Thats because he was raised Roman Catholic like me, Elder Troussard interjected. Dominic blinked. You too? He nodded. Elder Brown here doesnt know what its like to go to mass. The priest said a lot of words that didnt do anything for me either. I couldnt see the point in sitting there, but my father beat me if I didnt go. Mine didnt beat me, Dominic muttered, but I knew it hurt my mother if I stayed home. I had one of those too, Elder Troussard murmured. When I couldnt take it any longer I ran away from home and got into serious trouble with the police. At one point I ended up on drugs and was taken to a clinic to detoxify. One of the staff treating

me was Mormon. We had some ugly exchanges. I accused him of belonging to the church of the devil. Father Mike called it the same thing. My priest called Mormons the spawn of satan. Jennys comment made everyone smile. He left me a Book of Mormon and dared me to read it, Elder Troussard continued. I did it to catch him out. There was an eloquent pause. What I read was so different from what I had imagined, I was stunned. By the time Id finished reading the book of Enos, I realized something amazing was happening to me. I thought how wonderful it would be to hear a voice saying all my sins were forgiven me. He looked into Dominics eyes. So I did what Enos did. I got down on my knees and I prayed out loud for the first time in my life. Thats when this burning went through me. I knew what I had read was the truth. It spoke to my soul. Needless to say, it changed my life. The room went quiet for a minute before Elder Brown said, Ive been a Mormon all my life, but I didnt feel that burning until I came on my mission. Last year I was teaching one of our Catholic investigators about the godhead. I asked her to read from Acts in the Bible where Stephen looked up into heaven and said he saw Jesus sitting at the right hand of God surrounded by concourses of angels. As she was reading it, she suddenly cried out that she didnt know until that moment that God and Jesus were two separate beings. Then she wept. I wept with her and felt that same spirit testify to me that it was true.

Not until then did I understand what Jesus meant when he asked Peter, Who do you say that I am? And Peter answered, Thou art the Son of the living God. Then Jesus said, Blessed art thou, Peter, for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto you but your Father in Heaven. Dominics throat swelled. He envied the two young missionaries their spiritual experiences. Jordana had that same conviction. Elder Troussard smiled. Your ancestor Cillian must have burned with it too, otherwise he couldnt have put himself and his wife and child at risk to the point of death. Like John the Baptist, Im sure the Holy Ghost comforted him in prison as he lay there dying. Id like to think so, Dominic whispered, but before he could say anything else, his night nurse came in. You will all have to leave now. Five more minutes? Dom asked her. They always had a word of prayer with him first. She nodded and walked out. Wed like to give you a blessing before we go, Elder Brown said. You mean like Lehi gave his sons? Dominic had read the Book of Mormon straight through. The part he could relate to most had to do with Lehis family. Keyley reminded him of Sam, Nephis younger brother and friend. Whether it really happened or not, it was a fascinating account and had him riveted. Not exactly. This is a blessing for the healing of the sick. Just stay where you are. Elder Troussard will annoint you with consecrated oil, and Ill give the blessing.

Dominic was surprised and touched by their concern. Without any fanfare they put their hands on his head. It was a short prayer, imploring God to help Dominic sleep, to guide the doctors hands. He blessed him the operation would be a success and that there would be no complications. Hed never been through this experience before. When they both said amen, he said it too. So did Jenny who stood at the end of the bed. Ill be here before the operation in the morning, she assured. Dominic squeezed her hand before shaking theirs one more time. Well be by tomorrow at the same time to see how you are. According to you Im going to be fine. Elder Browns expression grew solemn. No. Those words came from God. Goodnight, Dominic.

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

Cork, Ireland

Over the next three weeks there wasnt a minute that Jordana wasnt haunted by Dominics final words before hed left the townhouse. He hadnt even pretended that he wanted to get her alone for a minute to say a personal goodbye. To counteract the pain, shed worked constantly, employing both Keyley and her colleagues in her efforts. During her searches shed found out that a small group of French settlers had tried to grow grape vines near Mobile. Maybe Cillian had run out of money so theyd stayed there to work. She got on the phone, this time to the Mobile Historical Society. By midafternoon shed been supplied a list of names of settlers compiled in 1838 which she went over with Ginger. Theres a B. Ross and son included in the group. No mention of Cillian. By then he would have died in prison. So maybe she was left there with a child, poor thing. It sounds like it, Jordana murmured. The historian indicated the experiment failed. According to the information on file, everyone left to find work elsewhere. Some of the people went back to France.

We know she didnt go to Ireland, Ginger declared. Call the parish in Portsmouth, Jordana. With a French name like Brouchard, find out if theres a background history on her family. Shelby joined in their phone conversation. Ill check any ships logs leaving Mobile around that time. If she had any money, she might have sailed as far as she could afford to pay passage. Maybe New York. Jordana groaned. If we dont get some kind of clue where she went next, we might never find her and her son. In agony because Dominic had only called twice so far without staying on the phone long, her frustration level rose when she learned that the parish office was closed until the next day. Until then, she decided to check the marriage and death records in every county in Alabama, but while she was doing that the front door bell rang. Jordan hurried to the front of the house to answer it and discovered Sara standing there. Hello, Sara. Hello. I-Im looking for Dominic, she stammered. He wasnt at the estate or his lawfirm, so I thought Id come here. I need to apologize to him. Jordana couldnt tell if the girl was playacting or not. Im afraid hes out of the country. She frowned. Then I guess its true about Jennifer. Jordanas heart skipped a beat. I dont understand. His daily said she and Petey had gone on a trip with Mr. Ross. I thought she was just making it up to get rid of me. Do you know when hell be back? By Christmas.

I see. Well, thank you. She turned away. Jordana shut the door. She distinctly remembered Dominic telling her Jennifer was afraid of flying. Jordana? Who was that at the door? She turned to Keyley. It was Sara. She said she was looking for Dominic to apologize to him. Youre kidding-- Keyleys eyes studied Jordana for a moment. What else did she say? You look upset. Im not upset. Just surprised. In the next breath she told Keyley what Sara had said. Keyley shook her head. It doesnt make any sense. Doms not interested in Jennifer that way. But maybe Jennifer was. Maybe hed been waiting for Jennifer to see him instead of Pete. Maybe that was the turning point hed referred to. If that was the case, then Jordana needed to go back to California and finish doing his genealogy there. For the rest of the day she and Keyley worked in harmony, but both of them were subdued. Jordana called the parish on Dominica. It took some persuasion on her part to get the woman at the other end to look up the information she requested. In a few minutes she came back on the phone. The Church census of 1810 lists Jean-Louis Brouchard from Picardy, France. Picardy

Jordana thanked the woman and hung up. Keyley? I think I know where Bernadette went! Help me find her! After clueing her in, Keyley said, Ill call overseas information and start with a global search of Brouchards living in Picardy right now. Jordana nodded. When you get that person on the phone, turn on the speaker and Ill write down the numbers. In the meantime Ill ask another operator do a global search for any Rosses. If we dont get results, well make inquiries in the surrounding provinces. Jordana flashed her a conspiratorial smile. Youre already sounding like a bona fide genealogist. The new clue had bolstered their spirits, but Jordana experienced an ache over Dominic that was growing more severe with every passing day. To make matters worse, so many of the people they phoned didnt speak English well enough to understand very much. Keyleys college French was barely passable. In some cases they had to leave their number until someone could call them back who could speak English. Two days later Jordana had come to a point that all she really wanted to do was pick up the phone and talk to Dominic. On his last call hed been vague about his work, and he only seemed to want information on the searches. She was convinced hed lost interest in her. While she was deciding when to tell Keyley she was leaving Cork for good, the house phone rang. She picked up after the first ring and said hello.

Hallo, a voice said in a strong French accent. This is Guy Brouchard. You called my grands-parents asking for information? Oh, yes! Im looking for the family of Jean-Louis Brouchard who went to Dominica in the early 1800s. He had a daughter, Bernadette. She married an Irishman named Cillian Ross. They had a son Dominic. Does any of that sound familiar? Yes. That would be one of our ancestors. Jordana almost fainted. Guy? her voice trembled. Dont hang up. I need to write down all the information you can give me. Of course. I will wait.

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

Paris, France

Everyone had left the room. It was ten p.m. The nurse checked Dominics vital signs one more time before wishing him goodnight. He was glad shed gone. With the operation over and no more spells of weakness in his hands, he had that much to be thankful for. Only time would tell if it had slowed the disease down or was a permanent fix. He kept remembering what Elder Brown had said about God giving him the words that Dominics operation would be successful. Dominic found himself wanting to believe it, but that took a lot of faith. Tonight he turned to I Nephi 2:16 for comfort. He was drawn to Nephi as never before. And it came to pass that I, Nephi, being exceedingly young, nevertheless being large in stature, and also having great desires to know of the mysteries of God, wherefore, I did cry unto the Lord; and behold he did visit me, and did soften my heart that I did helieve all the words which had been spoken by my father; wherefore, I did not rebel against him like unto my brothers. But behold, Laman and Lemuel would not hearken unto my words; and being grieved because of the hardness of their hearts, I cried unto the Lord for them. And it came to pass that the Lord spake unto me, saying: Blessed art thou, Nephi, because of thy faith, for thou hast sought me diligently, with lowliness of heart.

And inasmuch as ye shall keep my commandments, ye shall prosper, and shall be led to a land of promise; yeah, even a land which I have prepared for you; yeah, a land which is choice above all other lands. Suddenly Dominic could see Cillian being led to that land. He felt the Lord say to him, blessed art thou Dominic because of thy faith. Compelled by an unearthly power, he was driven to his knees. When the night nurse came in to take his vital signs at three, he was still kneeling on the cold floor of the hospital room. The next morning Jenny came bright and early accompanied by the two missionairies. How are you doing, Dominic? Very well. I no longer need pain medication. The doctors letting me out of here later this morning. Were very happy for you, Elder Troussard murmured in a heart-felt voice. This has been the best part of my mission. And mine, Elder Brown chimed in. Its selfish of us I know, but were going to miss coming over here to talk to you. Youve been our captive audience. Now youre going to be free of the two men badgering you to be baptized. Dominic chuckled. Ive been meaning to talk to you about that. His throat almost closed with emotion. Would you do me the great honor of baptizing me tomorrow before I go back to Cork?

For an answer, they rushed over to the bed and gave him bear hugs. Their silent sobs shook the bed. When Dominic looked up, Jenny was standing there with tears gushing down her cheeks. I want to be baptized too. Ive been reading the Book of Mormon every night for weeks. No matter what happens in this life, I want to be married in the temple to Pete so we can live for eternity in the next. Jenny A man could only take so much. He held out his arms to her. Make that two temple marriages, if Jordana will have me. She kissed his cheek. Was there ever any doubt? Tears ran down Dominics face. Eventually well do Cillians and his familys temple work too. Maybe by that time Keyley will be with us. And my mother, Jenny added. The elders stood up, their eyes glistening. Well call the mission president and set your baptism for tomorrow afternoon after youre discharged. Before we go, lets have a word of prayer. Dominic? Would you like to lead it? A vision of Jordanas father saying the blessing on the food came into his mind. He was her role model. Now he would be Dominics. I want to.

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

Jordana could hear barking on the other side of the townhouse door. Quiet, Samson. Keyleys voice. The door opened. Light from the foyer spilled onto the porch. Samson rushed out to greet her. Jordana Im so glad you got my message before you left. My friends are waiting at the Travelodge. What was so urgent you had to see me? You cant go on your trip! What do you mean? I just found out Doms back. He got in a little while ago and had to go right over to a dinner. Tonight the rugby club is installing a new president of the association because Dom asked to step down. Step down? There was so much she didnt know about Dominic. After learning hed been a rugby champion at one time, she could understand why he would remain involved in some capacity. What does this have to do with me? You can give him the good news yourself. Youre the one he hired. Hell want to hear it from you. Before you leave, why dont you go over to the hotel and tell him in person? I dont think so, Keyley. Its an all men affair. She shook her head. I wouldnt want to intrude.

Please Keyley unexpectedly put a hand on Jordanas arm. I know my brother. Hes planning to come over here after the meeting. If youre not here She left the rest unsaid. Where is the meeting? At the Hayfield Manor. The taxi driver will know it. Jordana knew it too. Shed gone there to track down Brad. . By the time you get there, theyll probably have started the speeches. Please? All right. Ill try to find him, but if I dont, you can tell him I looked for him. Take this envelope with you. It has all the papers in it. Thank you, Jordana. Within a few minutes the chauffeur had driven her to the center of Cork. En route she phoned the girls and told them her plans. In case she found Dominic, she would bring him back to the Travelodge with her. The driver pulled up in front of Hayfield Manor, a hotel built in the Georgian style. Nothing had changed from last time. She paid him and hurried inside. When the man at the front desk heard the word rugby, he indicated the conference room off the hallway two doors down. Several people coming from the bar preceded her inside the double doors where a man was making a speech. Jordana estimated a good hundred well-dressed men were seated at tables with lavish Christmas decorations. Frantic for the sight of Dominic, her gaze quickly traveled around the room until she saw his distinctive profile beneath that head of vibrant black hair.

Even involved in conversation with another man so he was half positioned away from her, his height and those broad shoulders clothed in an elegant gray suit jacket were unmistakable. She moistened her lips nervously, unsure what to do. Being a new face in a crowd of long time associates, her appearance would create a minor disturbance if she sought him out now. Better to wait near the doors until the meeting ended and she could get Dominic alone.

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

Barry shot Dominic another worried glance and whispered to him in an aside. Youve at least got to pretend youre having a good time. Thats asking a lot, Barry. I just want this to be over so I can get out of here. Well you cant leave until Lesters finished speaking. Theyve put on this big bash to honor you. He took another swallow of champagne. Im aware of that. Wouldnt it have been easier to finish out your term and let him do most of the work? Dominic shook his head. Im through with all this. His friend squinted at him. What do you mean through? Ive got plans, Barry. What kind? Youll find out soon. You mean you and Jenny? No. The last speaker approached the podium. Dominic looked out dully across the sea of faces, counting the seconds until he could bolt. Suddenly his glance caught sight of a golden haired beauty all in black. She was standing next to the entry. His heart leaped to his throat. He thought he must be having some kind of vision and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. When he looked again, shed gone.

Dom-- where are you going? Barry called after him in hushed tones, but a force stronger than anything hed ever felt propelled Dominic out of the chair toward the exit. Once in the hallway he glimpsed another flash of gold disappear out the entrance to the hotel. That was no hallucination. Jordana had come looking for him. He dashed past the surprised guests congregated in the foyer and raced outside. For a wee little thing, she moved fast. In fact she was one step away from climbing in the back of a taxi. Jordana Her head whipped around, fanning her curls. Their eyes met with stunning force. The lights from the hotel caused hers to glow an incandescent green. Their heat invaded his body, penetrating straight through to his heart. Like a sleepwalker, she started toward him. He was beyond excitement. Uncaring of what she might say, he wrapped hungry arms around her. Dominic Dont talk yet, he begged. Just let me hold you for a minute to make sure youre not a figment of my imagination. P-People are watching, Let them. Right now nothing else mattered. All he wanted in life was here in his arms. He clung to her in feverish desperation. Since shed made the mistake of stepping on his territory, there was no way hed ever let her go again. So Dom Barrys voice pierced his euphoria. How long do I have to wait until you introduce me?

Jordanas hot cheek grew hotter. She struggled to ease herself from his embrace. He allowed her room to breathe, but that was about all. Barry stood there smiling. Since you cant seem to talk, let me do the honors. Im Barry Aymes, one of Doms old friends. How do you do. Im Jordana Hall. Lovely name Jordana. He nudged Dominic. Got your wits back yet man? When Dominic didnt say anything, Barry flashed her a grin. He doesnt usually get like this. Somethings come over him since you entered the room looking like the golden angel on top of the Christmas tree. Maybe you would care to tell me whats going on? Leave her alone, Barry. This is private. Is it indeed. I-I have important news for him, she cried softly. The emotion behind her words made Dominics body quake. Barrys eyes twinkled. It must be vital if you came all the way from the States to tell him in person. As a matter of fact its going to make him the happiest man on earth. Upon that remark a tremor of unspeakable joy passed through Dominics body. Jordana? he cried, clutching her hard against his side. She looked up at him through moist eyes. The thing youve wanted all your life has come to pass. Saints be praised! he heard Barry mutter somewhere in the periphery. Thats all I needed to know. Catch up with you both later.

While his footsteps receded, Dominics mind was reeling. Like Barry, Dominic had assumed Jordana had been talking about one thing. But when shed added the qualifier all your life, shed definitely been referring to something else. A sharp pain ripped through his gut. My cars parked down the street. He cupped her elbow. Lets go. She cast him an imploring glance. Dont you want to hear? There are so many things I want, but first Im taking you to my house. He put her in the car and they took off. I cant go with you, Dominic. Ginger and Shelby are waiting for me at the airport Travelodge. Were leaving early in the morning on a trip of the British Isles before we fly back to California. I stopped by the townhouse to say goodbye to Keley. She told me you were back, so I came looking for you to give you the good news in person. He drew in a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel tighter. In that case Ill take you back to the Travelodge after we pay a visit to my father. Hell want to hear what you have to say, so you might as well tell both of us at the same time. He reached for the cell phone to alert his parent they were coming. Her head was bowed. Have there been any new developments from the police about the case? Yes. Your ex-husband has been indicted for fraud and forgery. Anything else you want to ask me?

A tension-filled silence ensued. Keyley said you quit your job with the rugby association. Why? Since I was old enough for my father to show me the rudiments, Ive either played it or been involved organizing the games. Its somebody elses turn. Dominic? I Weve arrived, he said, deliberately cutting her off. He couldnt take any more. Rossmont castle is an amazing sight at night. If I were reading Rebecca for the first time, Id picture this as Manderley. Maybe one day my ancestral home will burn to the ground too. Fires the greatest cleanser I know. He parked the car. Shall we go in? Jordana climbed out of the car before he could help her. Once hed unlocked the side door, she knew where to go and walked ahead of him. . When they reached the study, his father was stoking the fire. He turned at the sound of their footsteps. Good evening, Jordana. He nodded to Dominic. My son says you have important news for us. Lets all sit down. Dominic noticed she chose a chair rather than the loveseat. Can I offer you some wine? Nothing for me, Innis, but thanks all the same. Jordana doesnt drink anything stronger than soda. His father took his favorite seat by the fire. He leaned forward. Lets hope whatever youve found wont lead to a dead end. Teddy Reynolds has already disappointed us.

Jordana opened her purse and pulled out the papers Keyley had given her. She was so excited over what she about to reveal, they rustled in her hand. Between my colleagues and your daughter, weve found Cillian Rosss descendants. There are a lot of them. The Rosses are mainly business people who live in Amiens, France. The Brouchards for the most part are farmers from Soissons. Both cities are in the province of Picardy. Innis Ross looked like hed gone into shock. Dominic stared at her incredulously. Cillian married a French girl on the Island of Dominica in 1830. Her name was Bernadette. She was the daughter of Jean-Louis Brouchard. We found their marriage record and a birth record of their son whom they named of all things, Dominic. Ive put everything on disk, but Ive also printed up their genealogy for you. Its a fascinating story. Whats really wonderful is that the Brouchards have a letter in their family Bible that Cillian wrote to Bernadette from London. She was living in Mobile, Alabama, at the time. It explains Cillians desperate financial predicament. He urged her to go to his father Padraig who would take care of her. But evidently she decided to return to her grandparents in France. Guy Brouchard, a man Ive spent a lot of time with on the phone, e-mailed me a copy of that letter and the envelope it came in. I made copies of everything for you. I also made copies of a picture sent by Bertrand Ross, one of Cillians direct descendants. It shows him and his wife and three children. The oldest boy is eight. They named him Cillian. Hes tall and lanky for his age. He also has black hair. The disks are waiting for you at the townhouse.

She handed both men some papers to peruse. The names, addresses and phone numbers of the people I talked to are all there. Quiet reigned in the study while Dominic and his father devoured the information. This was the part about genealogy Jordana loved the most. Eventually Innis looked over at her. Tears glistened in his eyes. How can we ever repay you for what youve done? She smiled. After a huge search like this, the payment comes in tying all the loose ends together. Im so happy for you. Dominic has told me of the inheritance kept in trust for them over the generations. Think of the fun youre going to have distributing it to your relatives. Dominic looked shaken. Whatever you want, its yours, Jordana. If you mean that, the girls and I do have one favor to ask. He inhaled sharply. Name it. She got up from the chair. Ill tell you about it in the car on the way back to my hotel. Innis reached out to shake her hand warmly. Thank you, my dear. This family will always be in your debt. He clapped his hand on Dominics shoulder. Ill talk to you tomorrow, son. What favor would that be? Dominic asked once they were in the car headed away from the estate. Surely you can see my father is eager to grant you anything. Not if he feels the collection should stay out of sight. But since youre the keeper now, the girls and I were wondering if you would let it be displayed for the next Pan American symposium. Itll be held in California in the spring.

During the drive to the hotel, she explained what all that would entail. When he pulled into the main entrance she told him to drive around the back to room thirty-three. Naturally you would be the featured speaker. Who better to honor Cillians memory and tell everyone about a treasure the whole world should see. He found an empty parking space in front of the room and braked. I agree its been hidden away long enough. Then youd consider it? There was no way to tamp down her growing excitement. Id already planned to give his books to the college in Cork. Its long past time that Ireland honored one of its favorite sons. I dont see why I couldnt accommodate your wishes first. The girls are going to be overjoyed! Dominicbefore you leave for your house, would you come inside long enough to tell them the news yourself? They worked so hard to help me find your relatives. Its all the reward they could ask for. Her heart was pounding harder and faster now. Shelby did graduate work in Dublin. Shes always wanted to come back and visit her favorite haunts, so she and Ginger flew over. Were taking a mini vacation to celebrate cracking a hundred and eighty year old case. I told them that if I came back to the room with you in tow, then I had good news for them. Come on. With adrenaline spilling all over the place, Jordana literally flew out of the car to the door of the room. The second she knocked, it opened. Look who Ive got with me, guys!

Hooray! they shouted loud enough to wake up any guests in their end of the hotel. After giving Dominic hugs they cried, Break out the nachos and the guacamole. Were going to party! It was almost like old times as the four of them sat around the table eating the snacks theyd brought from California. Except that for once Dominic didnt appear to have an appetite. The girls seemed to be doing all of the talking and eating. Suddenly he got to his feet, sending Jordana into a panic. Much as I hate to

break this up, if youre leaving on a trip at dawn, there are some things I need to discuss with Jordana in private first. What things? Like the fact that he and Jennifer were going to be a couple after all? Jordana couldnt bear to hear it. She couldnt bear saying goodbye to him. This time it would be forever. But before I walk out of here, I need to thank all of you for your help. In return for your invaluable service, it will be my pleasure to be a silent partner in your business. I intend to underwrite your expenses for as long as you exist as a corporation. Immediately Shelby shook her head. We would never allow it. But well never forget the offer, Ginger followed. He studied the three of them gravely. Then what can I do for you? Recommend our services to anyone you know who would like their ancestry traced, Jordana blurted. That goes without saying, he said in an emotional tone. Come out to the car with me so we can talk, Jordana. She eyed her colleagues anxiously. All right.

After the goodnights were said, they left the room. He helped her back in the car and turned on the heater. She dreaded to hear what was coming next. H-How was your trip to South Africa? she stammered. I lied about going there. For the last three weeks Ive been in Paris. I see. But when his words registered, she jerked her head in his direction. You have? Their gazes collided. Jenny went with me. Her heart thudded sickeningly. Sara thought as much. Sara? his voice grated. Jordana looked away again. When she came by the townhouse to apologize to you, she intimated Jennifer had probably gone with you. For once Sara was right. I needed Jenny. She clung to the door handle, ready to leap from the car. Does that mean you two got married while you were there? Would it matter to you if we had? Of course it would matter! she cried, desperately attempting to hide her agony. After the trauma youve both lived through, you and Jennifer deserve happiness. Now Petey will have a father. And what about your happiness, Jordana? What happiness? I dont understand what you mean. Its time you found yours too.

Im so happy Cillians descendants have been identified, I couldnt ask for anything more. You mean this wouldnt help? He turned on the light and handed her a paper scrolled and tied with a gold ribbon. What on earth? Go on. Undo it, he urged. With trembling hands, she removed the tie and smoothed out the paper. When she realized what it was and saw the signature Dominic Marbury Ross written on the dotted line, the baptismal certificate fell from her hands. Youve become a Mormon? she whispered in stunned disbelief. Thats right. So has Jennifer. We were baptized by the missionaries at the church font in Paris. In a year we both plan to go to the temple to have our marriages sealed and do Cillians temple work. Marriages? Yes. Her marriage to Pete, and my marriage to the woman Ive been waiting for all my life. Thats you, Jordana. She couldnt take it all in. But theres something you have to know about me first. I have a disease called CMT. It attacks the peripheral nerves of the body. In my case its not life threatening yet. But one day it could put me in a wheel chair. I didnt know I had it until I tried to save Petes life. You saw the way the grapes fell from my hand that day, and later when the sack of food dropped to the floor.

I knew something was wrong. While I was pulling Pete into the life raft during the storm, my hands and arms suddenly lost their feeling. I couldnt hold him. After the funeral I went to the doctor and had a lot of tests done. Thats when he made the diagnosis. Hearing the prognosis, I made a vow that I would never saddle any woman with my health problems. But I realized I had an opportunity to do everything possible for Jenny and Petey. Then a month ago the doctor told me about some experimental surgery they were doing on people like me. So I went to Paris and had it done. He pulled up the cuff of his suit jacket and sleeve for Jordana to examine the recent incisions. She lifted anxious eyes to him. Did it work? I think so. I havent had a weak spell since. Oh Dominic-- to think you were in a hospital all these weeks and I didnt know it. I would have gone with you to take care of you. He pulled her into his arms. I know, but I wanted to come to you with some word of hope before I asked you to marry me. The missionaries visited every day and taught me. Jenny sat there to listen and was converted after reading the Book of Mormon. Thanks to Cillians great work, I was already converted in my heart. But it took meeting you to learn about the true Church. It is the true Church, Jordana. I know that now, and Im so in love with you, I couldnt live without you.

By this time shed broken down in tears of joy. Dont you know I dont care if you end up in a wheel chair as long as you let me love you? No woman could love you the way I do, Dominic. Im so in love with you, a lifetime wont be enough to show you how much. Your ancestor didnt only do something monumental for mankind, he brought you to me! Marry me soon in a quiet ceremony first? he begged. I cant wait a year for you. Neither can I. We were meant to be together, my darling. I know that now. My psyche knew it on the phone. At the first sound of your voice, the hairs began prickling on the back of my neck. Theyve never stopped. I knew I was crazy about you the minute you said your feet could barely reach the pedals. Their joyous laughter turned into moans of ecstasy as their mouths met and clung. Where do you want to live? he asked at last. With you. He buried his face in her tender neck. In a Spanish styled hacienda? How about a charming Irish cottage with a yard where children and dogs can play. Our children and Petey. Dominic gripped her tighter. What about your parents? Theyve always been globe trotters. Theyre going to adore you, and come for visits all the time. I can hardly wait for Chris to meet Keyley. That movie we watched got me thinking. His low chuckle would always thrill her.

The girls are going to hate me for breaking you up. I can do my work from here. Well call it the Orange Coast Cork County Genealogy Firm. Keyleys already a junior partner. I like it, he whispered against her lips. Move over Teddy Reynolds. Theres a new woman in town. She flashed him a brilliant smile. Thats right. I think Ill run a full page ad in the Irish Examiner: After a private wedding ceremony in the Newport Beach Temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day saints, unknown wee American commoner Jordana Hall weds Dominic Ross, national rugby hero and the next Earl of Rossmont in double ring civil ceremony at Rossmont Castle surrounded by family, friendsand a few foes. Eat your hearts out ladies!

THE BLACK SHEEP Prologue

London, England -- April 10, 1831

To my beloved father, Padraig, Rossmont Castle Castleross, Ireland Greetings, Father. I pray this letter finds you well. Forgive the long silence. Since I last wrote, I married a French woman in Dominica named Bernadette Brouchard. The local priest officiated. She believes in my work and has been helping me assemble it for publication. We have a son baptized Dominic Padraig Ross named after you. This is a letter written in utter desperation because Im in dire financial straits trying to finish paying for the publication of the work Ive been doing in Mexico all these years. I wish it could have been produced in English, but there was no one I trusted to translate it accurately; therefore, I had to turn to an expert familiar with the ancient writings who could translate it into Spanish. All of my inheritance, except for my passage to England and a little money I left for Bernadette and our son back in Dominica, has gone to fund the massive nine volume publication, but it wont stretch to pay for the last four volumes. As I told you before, these books tell of Our Lord Jesus Christ who lived with the people in Mexico and surrounding countries after He was crucified. Think what that means, father! Christ

rose from the dead and lived and walked with the people in the Americas! Surely you can understand the importance of this. The world needs to have this information. I know you told me Archbishop Kerry calls my work blasphemy, but thats because he hasnt been to the New World and hasnt discovered what I have! Dont listen to him and dont talk to him anymore about this, father. Let this be our secret until I return. When I get back to Rossmont Castle with my family, I plan to find an expert who will translate these books into English. They must be available for people to read in all languages! One day well show them to the Archbishop and make him understand. Father? I beg of you-- if I could tell the publisher youll send the funds to pay him in full, I swear an oath that Ill pay you back. Otherwise I fear the law will come after me. Please, send a letter post haste with more funds to the publisher. In case youve misplaced my last letter, Ill tell you again. His name is Henry R. Gohn, York Street, Covent Garden, London. I remain your loving son in the faith. Conner Gainnes Ross

CHAPTER ONE

Cork, Ireland Heyburn Hotel -- August 29, 2009

Jordana Cahill, exhausted after the long flight from Costa Mesa, CA, opened the hotel room door and turned on the light, hoping her husband might still be awake after giving his seminar. Theyd been needing to talk for a long time. He never had time at home. Maybe here. The sound of sheets rustling drew her attention to the bed where she saw him with a young, pretty, red headed woman. The scene hit her with the force of a two-by-four in the chest causing her suitcase to fall to the floor with a thud. In an instant the reason for her failing nine-month temple marriage was no longer a mystery, yet infidelity hadnt been on her list of possibilities. . Brad sat up straighter, smoothing his disheveled blond hair back from his forehead. Go out in the hall and give me a minute, Jordana. He didnt even sound panicked by her surprise visit. What kind of creature was he? White-hot rage consumed her. Ive given you fifteen months too long. Her voice shook. Theres a place in hell reserved for you. Without conscious thought she picked up her suitcase and flew out of the room, leaving the door open wide.

ROOTS OF GLORY EXT. ROSSMONT CASTLE AND GROUNDS (As seen from low flying plane) SUPERIMPOSE: CASTLEROSS VILLAGE, IRELAND 1991 FADE IN: INT. A STUDY INSIDE THE 18TH CENTURY PORTION OF CASTLE Mid morning light steals in through mullioned windows to illuminate a floor to ceiling hutch full of trophies, a fireplace, paneled walls, hunting paintings. We see INNIS ROSS, 9TH EARL OF ROSSMONT, a tall, former rugby player of fifty with dark hair sprinkled with gray smiling proudly at his son DOMINIC ROSS, a tall, ruggedly handsome rugby player of eighteen with midnight black hair and fierce blue eyes. PULL BACK to reveal them standing next to a large oak desk on top of which is a package wrapped in blue foil with white ribbon. INNIS Youve been after me to let you see this, but Ive been waiting until you turned eighteen. Todays the day. Go ahead and open it. Dominic starts to undo it. INNIS Easy. What youre about to see is precious. Dominic gives his father a second glance before removing the paper and pulling out a two-inch tome, fourteen by fourteen inches square. It has been magnificently bound with gold leaf tracery. DOMINIC This looks like a Bible. He opens the cover to the cover page. DOMINIC (CONTD) (frowning) Its printed inSpanish! He turns more pages. Angle in to reveal dozens of drawings and strange hieroglyphs. INNIS There are eight more volumes just like this. ANGLE PULLS BACK to reveal both men. DOMINIC (In astonishment) Nine altogether? INNIS (nods) Knowing these books belonged to our ancestor, any collector would pay a fortune for them without even knowing what the books contain. Ive never shown them to anyone since my father bequeathed them to me instead of your Uncle Logan. DOMINIC (frowning again) Why not? INNIS This collection must always stay in the Ross family. Its not for sale at any price, but your uncle would part with it in a minute. One day Ill give them to you for safe keeping because youre the only child of mine I trust. Years from now, youll pass them on to your most trustworthy son.

DOMINIC What if I dont have children? INNIS (guffaws) Nonsense! DOMINIC Where do you keep them hidden? INNIS In a hermetically sealed vault at the bank to preserve them. I brought this one home so you could view it. After the celebration your mother has planned, Ill take it back to the vault. DOMINIC But thats absurd! Cillian gave his life for these books. If they remain in a vault and we never know what information they contain, then as far as Im concerned, he died in vain! INNIS (shrugs) The collection has been handed down from father to son, Dominic . No Ross before me has ever trusted them out of his sight. DOMINIC (Eyes his father critically) Dont you want to know what all this says? To think Cillian gave up his whole birthright to bring this information to light-- Its been almost 200 years, and still no one knows whats in them! INNIS (Spreading his large hands) What would you have me do? I swore a solemn oath to my father that I would never show them to anyone until the time came to pass them on to one of my children. Youre too young for that responsibility yet, but I wanted to prepare you. DOMINIC (determinedly) If Im going to be the guardian one day, I want to know what it is Im guarding! Father Brosnan reads and writes Spanish. We could invite him here and he could translate a little of it for us. No one else would have to know. Our secret will be safe. A priest goes to the grave with his lips sealed. INNIS (His eyes study Dominic while he considers his sons suggestion) Lets see if the priest is available. He reaches for the directory, dials the number and hands Dominic the receiver. INNIS (CONTD) You invite him. Tell him you want him to join us for a celebratory drink in honor of your birthday. DOMINIC (Smiles at his father before speaking into the phone) Id like to speak to Father Brosnan please. The priests voice comes through. (IRISH ACCENT) This is Father Brosnan. DOMINIC Father Mike? VOICE Well well, if it isnt Dominic Ross himself.

DOMINIC (smiling) Yes. My father and I were wondering if you could come by and have a drink with us. Its my eighteenth birthday today. VOICE Eighteen... now theres a dangerous age for a young man. Id be delighted, my son, but I will have to come over right now since I must be away from Cork by eleven. DOMINIC (Gives his father the thumbs up) Thats perfect. Well be waiting for you. VOICE See you shortly. DOMINIC (Hangs up) Hes coming now. ANGLE WIDENS TO INCLUDE INNIS INNIS (Nods) Let me warn your mother so she can tell the others that the priest is dropping by to wish you a happy birthday before we eat. We dont want your brothers wondering whats really going on. He walks to door and turns. INNIS (CONTD) Lock it after me. Dominic fastens deadbolt, then hurries to his fathers desk. While he waits for him to come back, he takes paper from the drawer and starts tracing some of the drawings. EXT: A BLACK LIMOUSINE LEAVES CATHOLIC DIOCESE AND MAKES ITS WAY THROUGH CASTLEROSS VILLAGE TO THE TREE-LINED ROSSMONT ESTATE WITH ITS LAKES AND GARDENS. IT STOPS AT FRONT ENTRANCE OF CASTLE. Fade in: INT: CASTLE STUDY Dominic has filled a whole page of drawings before hearing a rap on the door. INNIS (Calling through the door) Dominic? DOMINIC Coming! (Stuffs paper in pocket, then hurries across room to unlock door. Enter Innis and FATHER BROSNAN, a patrician looking seventy-five year old priest DOMINIC (Extends his hand) Thanks for coming, Father Mike. It means a lot. FATHER BROSNAN Im the one whos honored, Dominic. If Id had more warning, I would have brought you a gift. DOMINIC (Smiles) Your presence is enough. INNIS ROSS Sit down, Father. Make yourself comfortable while I pour us a sherry. Were aware the time is short. He hands the sherry to the priest. The three clank glasses before the other two sit down. FATHER BROSNAN To you, Dominic. May your path continually strive toward God, then you cannot fail.

INNIS Amen. DOMINIC Amen. They swallow their drinks. FATHER BROSNAN So Dominic I performed at your christening and know you well enough to realize you got me here for a reason besides a birthday drink before eleven in the morning. What can I do for you, my son? DOMINIC Would you be kind enough to translate some passages for us? FATHER BROSNAN (Blinks) Translate? DOMINIC Yes. From a book printed in Spanish. Since youre an expert in the Romance languages, we want to know what it says. INNIS (Leaning forward) But if you do, you must treat this as you would a last rites confession. When you leave this room, you can tell no one about this book or what is in it. FATHER BROSNAN (Crosses himself) Only God will know what I know. Let me see this book. Dominic takes the glass from the priest and puts both glasses on the desk, then hands him the book. FATHER BROSNAN (CONTD) (Examines book, then lifts eyes to Innis) I see your ancestor Cillian Ross produced this. INNIS Yes. Tell us what you make of it, Father. Angle out to priest. FATHER BROSNAN (Begins translating) Mexicos Ancient Origins. A compilation of drawings, hieroglyphics and translated manuscripts by Viscount Cillian Ross of Castleross, County Cork, Ireland. In nine volumes. Published in 1838 by Henry R. Gohn, York Street, Covent Garden, London. He stares at Innis. There are eight more volumes like this? Innis nods. DOMINIC Keep going, Father. FATHER BROSNAN (Looks down at page) The title page says, Concerning all the things that have happened in New Spain, and many things that the Tultecas understood and knew, from the Creation of the World to its destruct The priest frowns before turning to the next page of text. Then he slowly closes the book. DOMINIC

(Leans forward) Why did you stop translating, Father?

FATHER BROSNAN (Expression closes) Because this is nothing more than a concoction of impossible fairy tales from the mouths of savages. He stands up to address Innis and hands him the book. FATHER BROSNAN (CONTD) Youre wise to keep this out of sight. Others might consider it blasphemy. DOMINIC (He frowns) Blasphemy? FATHER BROSNAN Ive never ventured an opinion on Cillian Ross. But now that Ive seen this, I understand why he was known as the black sheep of the Ross clan. Theres always one in a powerful family like yours. INNIS (He puts book on desk) I had no idea what it contained. Thank you for performing this service for us. Were much obliged. FATHER BROSNAN Im always happy to be of assistance. Now I must be off. He turns to Dominic. Ill see you at mass with your sister and brothers. Dominics hands turn to fists. Innis walks the priest to the door. FATHER BROSNAN (CONTD) Ill see myself out. DOMINIC (Enraged, he watches at the window, then turns to his father) How dare he talk that way about Cillian. INNIS No murmuring, Dominic. Now that hes told you what it contains, the book can go back in the vault out of sight. DOMINIC (Furious) Surely you dont take Father Brosnans opinion as law-INNIS (Shakes his head) No. Ive never concerned myself about religion or religious people. Thats your mothers department. What I DO know is that Cillians father believed in his first-born son enough to pay the debt to get the books published. He also put Cillians inheritance in trust for Cillians progeny. He wouldnt have done that if he hadnt wanted to honor his son. DOMINIC Uncle Logan doesnt believe Cillian had a wife or child. INNIS Thats true. Nevertheless my father DID along with our ancestors, which is why that inheritance has remained inviolate for almost 200 years. Perhaps there will come a day when we find proof of Cillians family. Then the money will be given to the rightful

beneficiaries. In the meantime you and I will remain quiet about everything, including the books. DOMINIC (He nods) Thank you for my birthday surprise. (He looks away through narrowed eyes) Ill look forward to the day you give them into my keeping. INNIS (He pats Dominics shoulder) Youre the son I depend on. Shall we go into the dining room? Your mother has planned a feast for your special day. Angle out to reveal the two men leaving the study that opens into an arched hallway. . Innis locks the door behind them.

THE MOVIE IN MY HEAD

1. (1830-1837) A scene of Cillian at Oxford, showing his fascination with Mexican antiquities. He returns to Cork to say goodbye to his father at the castle, then takes a ship to Mexico and commences gathering information for his book, hiring artists to copy the characters and drawings on the steleas. Hes out to prove the Jews were the forefathers of the Indians. 2. A scene with Cillian on horseback, riding to the port and his journey to Dominica where the woman he loves is staying with her family. They marry and have a child. Then they leave for Mobile, Alabama, where he and his wife work on a French plantation. Soon hell have enough money to take them all to Cork. 3. He takes one last journey to London on his own to see his publisher. Its there hes arrested and sent to prison in Ireland because of his debts. 4. His wife receives his letter urging her to seek help from his father in Cork. She makes inquiries and learns that her husband died in prison. She decides to leave for France where her relatives live. 5. (1991) Prologue at the castle with Innis and Dominic Ross. Hes eighteen and moves out of the castle to find work and go to college. He tells his father and family that he doesnt want anything to do with the fights between the Ross clan. Hes through with that, and wishes to be on his own, even if hes left out of the will. 6. (2007) Dominic is out sailing with his friend Pete, and a storm comes up, drowning Pete because Dominic cant save him. He has a weakness in his hands. He goes to doctor and learns he has a disease. 7. A scene showing Jordana in the judges chambers in Costa Mesa, getting her divorce from Brad. It shows her going to her place of work where she lives with two other genealogists. 8. A scene showing Irish genealogist Teddy Reynolds talking to his wife before meeting an American documents dealer. 9. Dominic drives to the townhouse where his sister lives, and they talk about his hiring another genealogist to find his ancestors progeny. He sends out queries. 10. A scene showing Brad Cahill forging false information and planting it at the catholic church archives in Mexico city. 11. A scene showing Dominic arriving in Costa Mesa and coming to Jordans place of business. He sees the Prophets picture on the wall. 12. Another scene showing Brad asking Dominics brother Robert to sell him Cillians books. 13. Another scene shows Robert hiring thugs to break into Dominics office looking for the books. Dominic returns to Cork to investigate. 14. A scene showing Jordana flying on Dominics private plane to Cork. He installs her in his sisters townhouse. He kisses her, but she tells him shes Mormon and

will only get involved with a Mormon. Then she gives him a Book of Mormon and a Bible and bears her testimony. 15. Shows Dominic reading the Book of Mormon on his own, comparing it with Cillians books. 16. A scene with the Irish judge where Jordana pleads for more time to find Cillians progeny. 17. Another scene showing Brad being taken into custody for fraud. 18. Shows Dominic in Parisien hospital with Jennifer and Petey, and ultimately the missionairies. Shows his baptism. 19. Show the Brouchard and Ross families in France when the phone rings and Jordana makes her first contact with Cillians descendents. 20. Show Jordanas co-workers in Ireland. The three of them are ready to take a trip. Jordana says goodbye to Dominics sister and learns hes back in Cork. She goes to his club to say goodbye. 21. Show Dominic taking Jordana to the castle to tell his father the descendents have been found. Show them leaving and then Dominic shows her his baptism certificate. He proposes and she says yes. 22. Show a scene at the castle where they are married civilly in the chapel. 23. Show a scene in California where Dominic is the guest speaker with the books at the Pan American Symposium on Mesoamerica. From there they deliver the books to the University of Cork to honor Cillian 24. Show the scene where the two of them go to the Irish temple a year later to be sealed.