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anything like it. No one had.
    This can’t be right .
    She traced a curve on the smooth screen, ignoring the way Amy tightened her lips. Amy hated it when someone smudged her laptop screen, but Erin had to prove that it was real—to touch it herself.
    She spoke through the strain, through the hope. “Nate, how big an area did you scan?”
    No hesitation. “Ten square meters.”
    She glanced sidelong at his serious face. “Only ten meters? You’re sure?”
    “You trained me on the GPR, remember?” He cocked his head to the side. “Painstakingly.”
    Amy laughed.
    Erin kept going. “And you added gain to these results?”
    “Yes, Professor,” he sighed. “It’s fully gained.”
    She sensed that she’d bruised his ego by questioning his skills, but she had to be certain. She trusted equipment, but not always the people running it.
    “I did everything.” Nate leaned forward. “And, before you ask, the signature is exactly the same as the skeleton you were just excavating.”
    Exactly the same? That made this stratum two thousand years old. She looked back at the tantalizing images. If the data were correct, and she would have to check again, but if they were, each parabola marked a human skull.
    “I did a rough count.” Nate interrupted her thoughts. “More than five hundred. None larger than four inches in diameter.”
    Four inches …
    Not just skulls—skulls of babies .
    Hundreds of babies.
    She silently recited the relevant Bible passage: Matthew 2:16. Then Herod, when he saw that he was mocked of the wise men, was exceeding wroth, and sent forth, and slew all the children that were in Bethlehem, and in all the coasts thereof, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had diligently inquired of the wise men.
    The Massacre of the Innocents. Allegedly, Herod ordered it done to be certain, absolutely certain, that he had killed the child whom he feared would one day supplant him as the King of the Jews. But he had failed anyway. That baby had escaped to Egypt and grown into the man known as Jesus Christ.
    Had her team just discovered tragic proof of Herod’s deed?

2
    October 26, 1:03 P.M ., IST
    Masada, Israel
    Sweat stung Tommy’s eyes. Eyebrows would come in handy about now.
    Thanks again, chemo.
    He slumped against another camel-colored boulder. All the rocks on the steep trail looked the same, and every one was too hot to sit on. He shifted his windbreaker under his legs to put another layer of protection between his pants and the scorching surface. As usual, he was holding the group up. Also, as usual, he was too weak to go on without a break.
    He struggled to catch his breath. The burning air tasted thin and dry. Did it even have enough oxygen? The other climbers seemed to be fine breathing it. They practically sprinted up the switchbacks like he was the grandpa and they were the fourteen-year-olds. He couldn’t even hear their voices anymore.
    The rocky trail—named the Snake Path—twisted up the sheer cliffs of the infamous mountain of Masada. Its summit was only a handful of yards overhead, sheltering the ruins of the ancient Jewish fortress. From his current perch on the trail, Tommy searched out over the baked tan earth of the Jordan Valley below.
    He wiped sweat from his eyes. Being from Orange County, Tommy thought he’d known heat. But this was like crawling into an oven.
    His head drooped forward. He wanted to sleep again. He wanted to feel cool hotel sheets against his cheek and take a long nap in air-conditioning. After that, if he felt better, he would play video games.
    He jerked awake. This was no time to daydream. But he was so tired, and the desert so quiet. Unlike humans, animals and bugs were smart enough to take cover during the day. A vast empty silence swallowed him. Would death be like this?
    “Are you okay, honey?” his mother asked.
    He startled. Why hadn’t he heard her approach? Did he fall asleep again? He wheezed out, “Fine.”
    She bit her