rting the Great War. He also wanted to offer the world a scientific discovery that would be a boon to all mankind. He hoped to avert war with his actions."
"Laudable and unusual goals for a Fauchard," Austin said.
"He was a fool. This is where his altruism landed him."
"What happened to the documents he carried with him?"
"They were useless, ruined by water."
"Then it was all a big waste of time."
"Not at all. Look. You are here. And you will wish that you were chained in the chateau catacombs when I am through." Emil pointed to the ragged edge of ice that framed the opening to the grotto. "See? The ice is already re-forming. In a few hours, the tomb will again be resealed. And this time you will be inside, keeping Jules company."
Austin's mind was racing.
Where the hell was Zavala?
"I thought your mother wanted the body."
"What do / care about the body? My mother won't always be in power. I intend to lead the Fauchards to their greatest achievements. Enough stalling. I'm not going to indulge your pathetic effort to forestall the inevitable, Austin. You stole my airplane and treated it shabbily, and have caused me a great deal of trouble. Get over there next to Jules."
Austin stayed where he was. "Your family didn't give a rat's ass about being blamed for the war. It was an open secret that you and the other arms merchants wanted the bullets to fly. It was something bigger than any war. Jules was carrying the formula for eternal youth."
A startled expression flashed across Emil's face. "What do you know?"
"I know that the Fauchards will destroy anyone who stands in the way of their goal of living forever." He glanced at. the frozen corpse of Jules. "Even a family member proved to be expendable when it came to the fountain of youth."
Emil studied Austin's face. "You're an intelligent man, Austin. Wouldn't you admit that the secret of eternal life is worth killing for?"
"Yes," Austin said with a wolfish grin. "If you're the one being killed."
"Your civilized veneer is wearing thin," Emil said with a chuckle. "Think of the infinite possibilities. An elite group of immortals imbued with the wisdom of ages could rule the world. We'd be like gods to the life-deprived."
Austin glanced at Emil's henchman. "What about Sebastian over there? Does he fit in with your group of elites? Or will he join the rest of the 'life-deprived," as you call them?"
The question caught Emil by surprise. "Of course," he said after a moment. "Sebastian's loyalty will earn him a place in my pantheon. Will you join me, old friend?"
The hulking man opened his mouth to reply but said nothing. He had caught the hesitation in Emil's voice and there was confusion in his eyes.
Austin twisted the verbal knife. "Don't count on living forever, Sebastian. Emil's mother wants you out of the picture."
"He's lying," Emil said.
"Why would I lie? Your boss here intends to kill me, no matter what I say. Madame Fauchard told me at the masquerade ball that she had ordered Emil to get rid of you. We both know Emil always does what his mother tells him to do."
A doubtful expression came to the bland face. Emil saw himself losing control of the situation.
"Shoot him in the arms and legs," he barked. "Make sure you don't kill him. I want him to beg for death."
Sebastian stood there, unmoving. "Not yet," he said. "I want to hear more."
Emil uttered a curse and snatched the gun from Sebastian's hand. He aimed at Austin's knee.
"You'll soon find that your life is all too long."
Austin's ploy to turn Sebastian against Emil had bought him a little time, but it had failed, as he knew it would in the end. The master-and-servant bond between the two men was too strong to be dissolved by a few doubts. He braced himself for the shattering pain. But instead of a gunshot, he heard a sharp hissing sound from the passageway outside the ice cave. Then a hot cloud of steam surged into the chamber.
Emil had turned his head in reflex toward the source of the noise. Austin lunged forward in a low boxing stance and drove his right fist