Only then did the intruder realize that Pope John Paul I had been waiting for him and already knew what he had come to do. That understanding provoked a strange, disturbing reaction in his mind and attitude, but not serious enough to make him desist. He put a pillow over Albino Luciani’s face, and pressed. Those were the longest moments of his life. He was killing a man that death itself couldn’t fool. That murderer knew that beneath the pillow was a human being who neither begged for mercy nor tried to flee. He could have avoided the whole thing, retreating just a little from his eagerness for reform, but he didn’t. He stayed true to the end, and that fact earned him the executioner’s respect. When the last breath left the body of His Holiness, the assassin got up. Without his realizing it, tears were streaming down his face. Then, in a move he couldn’t account for, he placed the dead body in the same position the pope was when he came in, leaning him against the headboard. Even his eyes stayed open, with his head turned to the right.
Later, the man learned that among the papers the pope had in his hands was a copy of one of the secrets of Fátima. It announced the death of a man dressed in white, by the hands of his peers. The prophecy couldn’t have been more precise.
The murderer made sure that everything remained exactly as it was before he entered the bedroom, and then left without making any noise at all. He didn’t even turn off the light. Others would have to clean the scene of the crime.
63
This room on the seventh floor of the Waldorf-Astoria was well suited for the body to recover from the hardships and anguish of the past few days. Sarah had just come out of the shower, wrapped in a towel. Rafael was lying down, his eyes half-closed.
Before going to the hotel, they went to GCT (DI)-NY. Or more exactly, GCT (15)-NY-Grand Central Terminal, New York, one of the city’s main train stations, located on Forty-second Street. Number 15 referred to the locker that contained the papers. The code that took so much trouble to decipher was that simple.
The papers were there, yellowed from the passing of time. In beautiful, firm handwriting that, as it turned out, was totally useless, they contained the ideas of a modern man limited by evil interests.
The emissary from Rome, that is, Rafael, had obtained them.
“Are you sure nobody followed us?” Sarah asked him.
“No. That’s the least of our worries now. We have a big advantage over our enemies, and they aren’t going to do anything, at least not for now.”
“At least not for now?”
“Yes. These people never forget. When we least expect it, they’ll attack us again.”
“That’s not very reassuring.”
“It’s the price we have to pay. We’re safe for now. The future belongs to God.”
AS SOON AS they got to the seventh floor of the Waldorf, Sarah called the hospital to find out how her father was doing. His wound was not serious, despite its dramatic impact. These people knew how to torture their victims without jeopardizing their lives.
“If I’d known it was so easy to get hold of them, I’d have sent the documents to the newspaper much sooner.”
“Then we would have missed all this fun,” Rafael joked. “Why did you say you’d spoken with the Vatican?”
“You’re not the only one with secrets.”
Rafael gave her an inquiring look, but she kept talking.
“It wasn’t clear to me how deeply the Vatican was involved. I also knew it wouldn’t be easy to make them take me seriously. That’s why I came up with my own plan. I called Natalie and sent her the documents express mail from the hotel in Portugal, before we went to Mafra.”
“Was it you who planned the whole scene in the cathedral?”
“No, I didn’t get that far, nor did I know what would happen to us there. I just asked Natalie to help us any way she could. She’s got a lot of contacts, so I thought she would be the best one to help us. And I wasn’t wrong. She even managed to find Barnes’s phone number. But she didn’t know how to make the Vatican take us seriously, so she made up her own plan.” Sarah laughed, recalling her conversation with the Master. “She’s a first-rate actress, and we were incredibly lucky.”
“I thought it was brilliant. I must get to know this Natalie.”
“When you come to London, I’ll be very glad to introduce you to her,” Sarah replied. “Do you think the CIA will keep acting independently, without the old man?”
“I don’t know. But I don’t think so. They’ve got nothing to gain and they’re involved in too many other scandals. I think we’re safe.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
Rafael got up from the bed. “Do you mind if I take a shower, too?”
“Of course not. Do you mind if I take a look at the papers?”
“Go ahead. You’ve earned it.”
Sarah saw that the first documents referred to the replacements and to some reports from Vatican officials. The most interesting part began on the sixth page. It was an extensive reflection on the state of the Church, which she read avidly. Despite the fact that she wasn’t proficient in Italian, she found some passages very moving.
In order to spread the teachings of our Lord Jesus Christ, it makes no sense to cover ourselves with a dark mantle that overshadows our spirit in front of others. It also makes no sense to voice our own words as if they were His, obscuring a doctrine that presents itself openly to all, so that, through faith, Jesus Christ may truly commune with us.
There is no way to understand why the Holy Mother Church has covered itself with a mantle of secrecy that is at odds with the inherent joy of our Lord’s teachings. Because our faith is also joy and fellowship, and not the benevolent but judgmental attitude that our faces reflect. There is joy in our commitment to propagate His doctrine, bound to the sacrifice and suffering He endured in our name. Any seminarist is heavily trained to carry on his shoulders the burden of a sinful mankind, to convert himself into one more laborer working painfully hard, instead of doing it with the very joy of the Savior’s message.
The solution depends on us, because in the heart of our Church we revere old dogmas that I don’t even dare ascribe to the Creator. Over the centuries, many men have occupied the throne of Saint Peter. The power and wealth accumulated during all this time are incalculable. I venture to say that we are the richest state in the world. How is this possible, if our main duty is to be close to the people? Our duty to help others became something strategically selective. Our tremendous legacy is being managed like a large corporation, and we are talking about the legacy from Jesus to Peter the Fisherman, a patrimony that has endured through history to reach me.
We must reflect on a series of fundamental questions, but first we have to show the way. And the only possible way is that of our Lord Jesus Christ, our Father. What questions can be clarified by going to the Father? All questions. By simply listening to His teachings and recommendations, because He answered all possible questions a long time ago, and He keeps on answering them. I daresay all questions have been answered, even the new questions. But in these difficult modern times there is a formula that always guides us toward the ways of love and good deeds, the ways of the Lord. We should ask ourselves: What would Jesus do? This simple question is the answer to all our questions. What would Jesus do?
Birth control? Life is joy and a child, too, when it is wanted. Why should we convert a divine gift into a burden?