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Of
course
the
ultimate
embarrassment
had
been
the
widely
publicized
trial
of
FBI
spy
Robert
Hanssen
,
who
,
in
addition
to
being
a
prominent
member
of
Opus
Dei
,
had
turned
out
to
be
a
sexual
deviant
,
his
trial
uncovering
evidence
that
he
had
rigged
hidden
video
cameras
in
his
own
bedroom
so
his
friends
could
watch
him
having
sex
with
his
wife
.
«
Hardly
the
pastime
of
a
devout
Catholic
,
»
the
judge
had
noted
.
Sadly
,
all
of
these
events
had
helped
spawn
the
new
watch
group
known
as
the
Opus
Dei
Awareness
Network
(
ODAN
)
.
The
group
’
s
popular
website
–
www
odan
.
org
–
relayed
frightening
stories
from
former
Opus
Dei
members
who
warned
of
the
dangers
of
joining
.
The
media
was
now
referring
to
Opus
Dei
as
»
God
’
s
Mafia
»
and
»
the
Cult
of
Christ
.
»
We
fear
what
we
do
not
understand
,
Aringarosa
thought
,
wondering
if
these
critics
had
any
idea
how
many
lives
Opus
Dei
had
enriched
.
The
group
enjoyed
the
full
endorsement
and
blessing
of
the
Vatican
.
Opus
Dei
is
a
personal
prelature
of
the
Pope
himself
.
Recently
,
however
,
Opus
Dei
had
found
itself
threatened
by
a
force
infinitely
more
powerful
than
the
media
…
an
unexpected
foe
from
which
Aringarosa
could
not
possibly
hide
.
Five
months
ago
,
the
kaleidoscope
of
power
had
been
shaken
,
and
Aringarosa
was
still
reeling
from
the
blow
.
«
They
know
not
the
war
they
have
begun
,
»
Aringarosa
whispered
to
himself
,
staring
out
the
plane
’
s
window
at
the
darkness
of
the
ocean
below
.
For
an
instant
,
his
eyes
refocused
,
lingering
on
the
reflection
of
his
awkward
face
–
dark
and
oblong
,
dominated
by
a
flat
,
crooked
nose
that
had
been
shattered
by
a
fist
in
Spain
when
he
was
a
young
missionary
.
The
physical
flaw
barely
registered
now
.
Aringarosa
’
s
was
a
world
of
the
soul
,
not
of
the
flesh
.
As
the
jet
passed
over
the
coast
of
Portugal
,
the
cell
phone
in
Aringarosa
’
s
cassock
began
vibrating
in
silent
ring
mode
.
Despite
airline
regulations
prohibiting
the
use
of
cell
phones
during
flights
,
Aringarosa
knew
this
was
a
call
he
could
not
miss
.
Only
one
man
possessed
this
number
,
the
man
who
had
mailed
Aringarosa
the
phone
.
Excited
,
the
bishop
answered
quietly
.
«
Yes
?
»
«
Silas
has
located
the
keystone
,
»
the
caller
said
.
«
It
is
in
Paris
.
Within
the
Church
of
Saint
-
Sulpice
.
»
Bishop
Aringarosa
smiled
.
«
Then
we
are
close
.
»
«
We
can
obtain
it
immediately
.
But
we
need
your
influence
.
»
«
Of
course
.
Tell
me
what
to
do
.
»
When
Aringarosa
switched
off
the
phone
,
his
heart
was
pounding
.
He
gazed
once
again
into
the
void
of
night
,
feeling
dwarfed
by
the
events
he
had
put
into
motion
.
Five
hundred
miles
away
,
the
albino
named
Silas
stood
over
a
small
basin
of
water
and
dabbed
the
blood
from
his
back
,
watching
the
patterns
of
red
spinning
in
the
water
.
Purge
me
with
hyssop
andI
shall
be
clean
,
he
prayed
,
quoting
Psalms
.
Wash
me
,
and
I
shall
be
whiter
than
snow
.
