She suggested we meet at a café and gave me the directions. I spotted her, looking cool and collected, sitting at an outdoor table, typing away at her laptop with a bottle of lemonade beside it. “I’ve got something to show you. You won’t believe it.” She looked up expectantly. “What?” A waiter scurried over the minute he spied me. Bennet blanched when she saw Helmstetter’s scrawl. She put her fingernail on the screen and ran it along the name as if she were trying to erase his signature. She looked up at me sharply. “What an amazing find. Email me the photo?” “The guy at the guest house remembered Helmstetter and told me he came to Pergamon to find the snake god.” “Snake god? My lord. Did he say where?” “Pergamon. Either at Satan’s Throne, the place Veronica Sills said Helmstetter wanted to see, or the Asklepion, the site of the ancient healing center. Veronica painted such a frightening picture of Helmstetter—and this suggests she was right. I think he wanted the knowledge to do evil.”
