‘You see it the way I do,’ Sandstrom said, pleased that he’d found a kindred spirit.
‘Lara,’ Kelsey spoke, ‘why don’t you show him what we picked up at MARC.’
Avvakum pulled out a thin sheaf of papers from her shoulder bag and handed them to Sandstrom. He studied the pages for a moment, baffled, then looked up at his visitors.
‘Are these from Wolff’s notebooks?’
‘Yes,’ Kilkenny replied. ‘We’re in the process of decrypting them.’
‘It looks like they’re in German. How soon before we can get a translation?’
Kilkenny leaned up against the windowsill. ‘It’s funny you should ask that. Not only is Dr Avvakum a very competent scientist with a strong interest in quantum physics, she also happens to be multilingual. Two of the foreign languages in her repertoire are German and English. While you’re recuperating, MARC has hired Lara to translate the notebooks. She will, of course, pay you regular visits to report on what she’s learned. If those first few pages are any indication of what’s in the rest of the notebooks, you’re both in for some very interesting reading. Once you’re ready to restart your lab, I think you’ll find Lara to be a very capable collaborator.’
Sandstrom looked at Kilkenny dubiously, knowing full well that he was being railroaded. Avvakum picked up on it immediately.
‘Dr Sandstrom, I know how important it is to have the right people working in your lab. All I ask is that you give me a chance to prove my worth to you. After studying your research notes, I want to work on this project more than anything else in the world.’
‘While she’s here, you might as well give her a shot,’ Nolan said.
Sandstrom nodded, disappointed at his momentary bout of selfishness. ‘You’re absolutely right. I can’t do this alone; I’m going to need good help. You’re on the team, Lara. Heck, you and I are the team. So, from now on, call me Ted.’
‘Wonderful,’ Avvakum replied. ‘Would you like to know what is in the first notebook?’
‘Yes!’ Sandstrom said excitedly, handing her back the files.
‘I skimmed through them on our way over to see you. You are, of course, familiar with Maldacena’s work on M theory?’
‘Of course.’
‘I believe Wolff was pursuing a similar approach, and in the first notebook he’s developed it quite extensively.’
‘What do you mean by extensively?’
‘I think his approach may successfully unify the four primary forces of nature.’
‘Are you sure?’ Kelsey asked.
‘A workable theory of everything,’ Sandstrom said slowly, his mind staggering with the possibility that someone could attain the physicist’s version of nirvana.
‘That’s what I am seeing in here,’ Avvakum said. ‘We won’t know if he actually put it all together and made it work until the rest of the notebooks are decoded, but what I see of his approach so far is absolutely brilliant. If Wolff’s theory works, he’ll be hailed as one of the greatest minds of all time.’
70
On an unusually cool, clear summer morning, Elli Vital wept quietly as Reverend Bothe of the Dexter Lutheran Church said a final prayer. In addition to Johann Wolff’s fiancée and the family of his friend Martin Kilkenny, the President of the University of Michigan and several members of the Department of Physics were present to pay their respects. Photographers and video crews kept a polite distance from the gravesite, their long telephoto lenses allowing them to get their pictures of the slain physicist’s memorial service.
Bothe closed his prayer book and walked around to where Elli sat with Martin and Audrey Kilkenny. ‘Ms Vital, I just wanted to express my deepest sympathies to you.’
‘Thank you,’ Elli replied softly.
Martin drew Bothe aside. ‘Reverend, you did a fine job. I appreciate your doing this for us, even though none of us are in your flock.’
‘When Father Walsh called and explained that Johann Wolff was a Lutheran, well, how could I refuse?’
‘Walsh’s right. You’re a good man, for a Lutheran.’
Bothe laughed, and pumped Martin’s hand warmly, then walked back toward his car.
‘Nolan,’ Elli called out. ‘Could you give me a hand?’
‘Sure. I’ve still got one good one left.’
Elli stood and slipped her left arm through Nolan’s right, bracing her elbow in his.
‘Kelsey, you don’t mind if I steal him away for a moment? I need to have a word with him.’
‘Just as long as you return him.’
Elli led Nolan up to the headstone, where she paused for a moment. The marker bore both her name and Wolff’s. When death finally came for her, this was where she wanted to be laid to rest.
‘It’s a strange thing to see your own name on a grave marker,’ she said. ‘But reassuring, in a way.’
They walked past a few more rows of headstones until they were well out of earshot of the small group of people milling around Wolff’s grave. Elli pulled her arm free and turned to face Nolan.
‘I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me, and for Johann.’
‘I’m just glad that both you and my grandparents lived to learn the truth.’
‘It is a comfort.’ Elli sighed, then held up her left hand. ‘On the night before he was murdered, Johann proposed to me and gave me this ring. It was a symbol of his promise to love me always. As you know, Johann and I never married. Now I am an old woman. This is an engagement ring, and nothing would please me more than to see it used for its intended purpose. Unfortunately, I have no children of my own to pass it on to. Kelsey and I went through quite an ordeal together, one that I was uncertain we would survive. I would like her to have this ring — I believe she would appreciate it on many levels — but it’s a gentleman’s place to offer such a gift.’
Elli carefully slipped the ring from her finger and offered it to Nolan.
Nolan eyed the gold band carefully. ‘Do you think Johann would mind?’
‘If your heart, your mind, and your soul support the promise of that ring, then I know he would be pleased.’
Following dinner at Martin and Audrey’s house, Nolan and Kelsey took a walk down by the small spring-fed lake. The evening sky burned with an orange-red glow, and the lake’s surface mirrored the unearthly blaze. They walked side by side, each with an arm wrapped around the other’s back.
‘You know, Kelsey, I’ve been thinking about something.’
‘Yes,’ she said coyly.
‘When you and Elli were taken hostage, your kidnappers sent me a video clip to show that you both were unharmed.’
‘I remember,’ she replied, not at all sure where this was leading.
‘In that clip, I saw that you were wearing what I assumed was Elli’s ring.’ ‘I was hoping you’d notice.’
‘I knew you were trying to send me a message. Actually, you sent two.’
‘Two? What message did you get besides the obvious ‘I’ve got Elli’s ring, please get us out of here’ message?’
‘This one.’
Nolan pulled away from Kelsey and turned to face her.
‘Kelsey, will you marry me?’
‘Are you serious?’
Nolan pulled the ring Elli had given him from his pocket and held it in his fingertips. Kelsey held out her left hand, and he carefully slipped the band onto her ring finger. Then he wrapped his hand around hers.
‘When I saw this ring on your finger and thought about the very real possibility that I might lose you, I knew that when I got you back, I would ask you to marry me. I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?’