TEMPLARS QUEST: LUCEM SANCTAM (THE TEMPLARS QUEST CHRONICLES: A Historical Mystery Book 3) Read Free

“Look, our convoy is coming this way.”
    “Can you run yesterday’s recording?”
    “I’m trying to figure it out now.”
    Just then, Pete came in the door. “What you guys got here?” he asked.
    Baldwin moved out of the way. “Pete, you’re good at this computer crap. Figure out how to run the camera recording from yesterday.”
    Pete sat down and in about five minutes figured it out. “There’s eight cameras and each one has its own memory. That means there are eight screens to watch.”
    We were watching the monitors, trying to get a view of Adam or the men that took him and White Feather. Pete put the re-play on fast forward to speed up the process, so we wouldn’t be there all day. The picture was in black and white.
    Pete said, “Look, monitor five shows a truck moving near the Puerco Pueblo Ruins on a dirt road. My guess is it will show up on monitor four next. I think monitor one is located here, at the HQ.”
    Sure enough monitor four showed the truck on the main road. The problem was we couldn’t make out who was in the vehicle. I could see that it was a dark-colored truck that appeared to be shaped like an old Ford, but it was hard to tell.
    Monitor three showed the truck pull up to the Desert Inn. Everyone got out and I saw Adam with White Feather, along with four armed men. White Feather wasn’t carrying his rifle. The men pushed them to the entrance of the lodge. The picture was dark because it was taken at night, so I couldn’t clearly make out their faces. I could however, make out that the weapons which appeared to be M16 rifles and AK47s. I also observed three other trucks parked in the hotel lot. The video didn’t have any sound.
    I said, “Well, at least they’re alive.”
    Baldwin said, “Yesterday they were alive.”
    We continued to watch the video as it turned to daylight, which would be this morning. We saw everyone get in the trucks and leave. Adam was with them but White Feather wasn’t. We counted a total of ten men, two in each truck and four in the truck with Adam. They headed toward the park HQ.
    Monitors one and two picked them up very clearly, but since they didn’t stop and get out of the trucks, their faces were not defined. I did see the driver of the truck Adam was in. He had an eye patch over his left eye and a bandana on his head, but that was all I could make out. Watching the monitor, we noted they left the park, and headed west on Interstate 40. The time was 7 am.
    I checked my watch, it was 9:50 am. That meant they had a two hour and fifty-minute lead on us. Maggie said, “At least we know which way they went. Let’s go get them.”
    Captain Baldwin replied, “Yeah, but we don’t know where they’re going. Besides that, they have a big lead on us.” George had a worried look on his face as he put his hand on my shoulder.
    The radio squawked. “This is Black Horse. We found White Feather walking down the road. He looks beat up and needs help. I think he’s in shock.”
    I replied, “Bring him here, to the headquarters, right away! I need to ask him a few questions.”
    “We’re on the way.”
    “He better have a good story why Adam isn’t with him,” Baldwin commented.
    “Yeah, or he’s dead,” I said.
    While we sat waiting for White Feather, I pondered how to handle the situation.
    Fifteen minutes later, the truck pulled up and two of our men helped White Feather into the building, sitting him down on a bench. I carefully observed him, but didn’t utter a word. He had a black eye and some cuts on his face. His clothes were torn in different places and were extremely dirty.
    White Feather asked, “Can I have some water?”
    The room was quiet as I walked over to him. Maggie and Baldwin watched me, wondering what I was going to do to him. I handed him a bottle, which he quickly gulped down.
    When he finished, I asked, “What happened?” I was really trying to contain myself. I didn’t want to show my anger and hate for him. He was free and