didn’t finish off his little old ladies with bullets, but in order for the superposition principle to work—
But of course, none of that could ever happen.
Markham gazed out the window into the gray-white fog, the wispy patches of green and brown breaking through the low-lying clouds like memories sent up from the world below. He thought about Michelle’s parents, who in the eleven years since their daughter’s murder had enrolled themselves in Connecticut’s restorative justice program. Markham knew they had met with Stokes via a mediator at least twice, but had corresponded with him many times. He understood his in-laws’ need for closure, but never understood why they always forwarded the Neanderthal’s letters to him.
Even worse, he never understood why he always read them.
He opened the brown cardboard envelope and removed the files. On top was the letter from Stokes, along with a printout from CNN.com about the pending execution—only Connecticut’s second after nearly forty-five years of rehabilitative bliss. Markham crumpled the news article into a ball and tossed it on the empty seat across the aisle. But as always he read the letter.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Keefe. This letter here is going to be the last one I send most likely I think. It is going to be the shortest one to I think because all I have to say is I just want to thank you for meeting with me all them times, and that I am sorry again for what I done to your daughter. I diserve to die for doing that to her, and may be for what I did to them other ladys to. I hope you knowing that I want to die because I diserve to makes all of you feel better. I know I am not going to heaven, but if I was I would apolagise to your daughter up there because I know that is where she is living now. Yours truly, Elmer Stokes.
Markham traced his finger over the Neanderthal’s words—the childlike print, the poor grammar, the refusal to call Michelle by her name.
The name Stokes is one letter in the alphabet away from Stoker, a voice whispered in his mind. What are the chances of that? Is there a connection here, Sammy boy? Is something in the collective consciousness bringing you and Vlad the Impaler together?
Markham crumpled Stokes’s letter into a ball and tossed it onto the seat with the discarded CNN article. Then he opened the Donovan file.
Gates had placed the UV close-up of Randall Donovan’s torso on top of some preliminary research, including a brief biography of Vlad the Third, Prince of Wallachia—more commonly known as Vlad Tepes, Vlad the Impaler, or Vlad Dracula.
Thought these might be of interest to you, Gates had scrawled along the margin of the first page.
Vlad the Impaler, Markham read, scanning quickly. Prince of Wallachia, the area known today as Romania. The Romanian surname of Draculea means “Son of Dracul.” Vlad’s father’s title was Vlad Dracul the Second, or Vlad the Dragon. His son, Vlad the Third, earned the moniker Tepes after his death. Tepes is the Romanian for “Impaler”—de-rived from his preferred method of executing his enemies. Vlad Dracula was born in 1431, and had three separate reigns from 1448 to 1476. A member of the Order of the Dragon, he was a fervent and violent defender of Wallachia against the expansion of the Ottoman Empire. Known today for his exceptionally cruel punishments and as the inspiration for Bram Stoker’s Dracula.
“The Ottoman Empire,” Markham whispered. “Modern-day Turkey. The Ottoman Turks conquered in the name of Islam and adopted Arabic as their official language. Is that what you’re getting at, Alan?”
Yes, replied the unit chief in Markham’s mind. Look on the next page.
Markham obliged and quickly read through some background on the Ottoman Turkish language—the heavy Arabic borrowings, the Persian phonological mutations, the three major social variants. It all meant nothing to him, didn’t register in his gut as important, and he flipped to the next page—information on the symbol for Islam.
“Interesting,” Markham said, reading. “It wasn’t until the Ottoman Turks conquered Constantinople in 1453 that they officially adopted the crescent moon and star as their symbol. Around the same time Vlad began his reign.”
Another connection to the crescent moon, Gates said in his mind.
Markham read on—discovered that many Muslims today reject the crescent moon and star as a pagan symbol, especially in the Middle East, where the Islamic faith traditionally has had no symbol.
“I have returned,” Markham whispered.
To defend against Islam? Which would mean then that the Arabic and the other Middle Eastern scripts are a message to the Muslim community. But why Rodriguez and Guerrera? Why Donovan? What’s the Islamic connection there, and why didn’t you write anything in Romanian, Vlad?
Markham flipped to the next page.
Impalement has been an institutionalized method of torture and execution for thousands of years, dating as far back as the tenth century BCE in the ancient Mesopotamian civilizations of Assyria and Babylonia. Throughout history, however, the fundamentals of impalement have remained the same.
The practice involves a person being pierced with a long stake—most often through the rectum, sides, or mouth—and can be modified to prolong or quicken death. To prolong death, an incision is made between the genitalia and the rectum, and a stake with a blunt end is inserted, then manipulated through the thorax to avoid damage to the internal organs. Hence, the victim suffers excruciating pain for an extended period of time as he slowly bleeds to death internally. For a quicker death, a sharp pointed stake is inserted into the rectum or vagina with the intention of piercing the internal organs.
In both cases, it is desirable for the stake to emerge from the body between the clavicle and the sternum, upon which the stake is most often set under the mandible to prevent the body from sliding. Typically, the stake is then hoisted vertically and inserted into the ground. Thus suspended, the impaled person dies an agonizing death that can take anywhere from a few seconds to three days. Sometimes the stake is installed upright after partial impalement, whereupon the combination of gravity and the victim’s own struggles completes the process.
Markham closed his eyes—felt his stomach knot and his buttocks tighten when he thought about what Randall Donovan must have suffered.
“But what were they supposed to look at, Vlad?” Mark- ham asked out loud. “The little crossbar so the body won’t slide; the heads tied to their stakes. The whole setup could be more about what they are supposed to see rather than what we are.”
But the angles of sight, Alan Gates replied in his mind. The different directions, they wouldn’t be looking at the crescent moon.
There’s the rub.
Markham read on.
Throughout history, impalement has been used as a quick and efficient method of execution during wartime, as shown in the accompanying Neo-Assyrian reliefs depicting the impalement of Judeans. The ancient Greek historian Herodotus wrote of the Persian king Darius the Great’s impalement of thousands of Babylonians. The ancient Romans not only impaled their enemies but also their own soldiers in extreme cases of cowardice and treachery.
Used throughout Europe and Asia during the Middle Ages (and in some regions, like Ottoman Turkey, well into the nineteenth century) perhaps the most infamous instance of institutionalized
