King Solomon's Journey (The Dominguez Adventures) Read Free Page A

eternity. The woman was still haunting him, as well as the incredible feeling he had actually seen a ghost. The Scrolls were real making it hard to buy into the whole 'knock on the head makes it a dream' theory yet what else was there.
                Taking out his phone, he dialed. “Joe, listen, I need for you to go through the storeroom and find one of the sealed cases we use to ship artifacts to the museum. It needs to be at least twenty-four inches by twelve inches, say eighteen inches deep. I am about an hour away.” After listening to Joe's answer, he disconnected and concentrated only on his driving; blocking all other thoughts from his mind, he focused only on getting there quickly, but legally.    
                Raven needed to behave on the way home, now was not an opportune time to have a Trooper pulling him over; he was looking like a Cuban street fighter. A Trooper would check his trunk confiscate the Scrolls, and possibly damage them, before he even inspected them.
                The rest of the way home, the woman, and the Scrolls took turns as the scene played in his head. He knew thinking of the woman was ridiculous. The woman of his dreams was in his dreams; that deserved the ironic laugh that echoed inside Raven.
                 The phone rang.
                 “Joe?”
                 “Great, that was quick.”
                 “Yeah, meet me out there.” Antonio whipped Raven around the circle to the back of the guesthouse he was anxious to open the Scrolls.
                “Hey Joe,” he called as he moved to the back of Raven to retrieve the pack.
                Joe's welcoming smile quickly turned into a look of concern upon seeing Antonio's injuries.
                Antonio was like a son to him, and he and his wife Maria took care of Antonio and his home. They had been with him pretty much since the beginning.
                Seeing the look on Joe's face, Antonio hastened to say; "It's not as bad as it looks, I promise."
                "I don't think Maria is going to believe that. But I will, until I see different." Joe appreciated the quick pat on the shoulder Antonio gave him, and explained what he had done as Antonio walked beside him towards the camouflaged lab.
                "I put the case in the lab, and figured you wanted everything turned on, so it's all set for you.'
                 "Do you think Maria could locate a pair of glasses for me? I broke mine.”
                “Sure I'll go to check.”
                “Thanks, Joe.”
                Antonio disarmed the security system, and cleared the table next to his equipment, and then he turned on the protective lighting. Carefully removing the scrolls from their cover, he bent to look more closely at their exterior. The Scrolls appeared intact and undamaged. Joe walked in with his old glasses.
                “Thanks Joe.”
                 “No problem, Maria wants to look at your wound. She says she is fixing you something to eat.”
                 “Thanks Joe, I will be inside soon, I am going to make some copies.”
                 “Okay.”
                 “Hey, Joe,” Antonio threw Joe the keys. He smiled, “Put Raven in the garage, please.”
                Putting on gloves, Antonio carefully unrolled the first Scrolls with care, as the ancient hieroglyphs were revealed, Antonio literally began to tremble, it was unimaginable, but the script was Ancient Hebrew. He unrolled the rest of the scrolls, wanting to make copies, as soon as possible, it was best to handle them as little as conceivable. The copies would allow him to translate without damaging the originals.
                After taking photographs, and copying each one, he excised a tiny scrap from one corner of the first