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Father Kevin Thrall is chaplain to a poor, inner-city parochial school in Washington, D.C. where he leads a quiet and rewarding life. But he is also troubled by his past in combat with an elite military unit. Even after taking his vows, he is as ready to clasp his hands around the grip of a Glock as in prayer. He sometimes wonders who he really is.
To the Vatican, however, Father Thrall is uniquely suited for a dangerous mission–one directly tied to the mystery of a 100-year old prophecy.
One hundred years ago, the Blessed Virgin revealed a mysterious prophecy to three Portuguese shepherd children. The three Secrets of Fatima were closely held by the Vatican for decades, until the text of the third and last secret was finally released in 2000.
But many believe that the Vatican withheld important parts of the Third Secret, perhaps because its contents were too dangerous to reveal
The Secret of Fatima’s knife-edge plot unfolds as both a modern-day spy thriller and a spiritual quest, as Father Thrall faces implacable enemies both within and outside of the Church who will test both his unique abilities and his faith. If he fails, the very foundations of the world will be shaken.
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Peter J. Tanous is the author of numerous fiction and non-fiction books, including the bestselling novel The Petrodollar Takeover and the bestselling economics book (with Arthur Laffer and Stephen Moore) The End of Prosperity. Tanous is the Chairman of Lynx Investment Advisory in Washington, D.C.
CHAPTER ONE
The Vatican

September 28, 1978
Folds of paper-thin skin draped over the man’s eyes. His grim expression foretold the importance of the impending reading. His shoulders rounded forward, Monsignor Antonio Calvi emerged from an underground corridor deep within the Vatican, both hands clutching a jeweled velvet pouch at his chest. The pouch contained the wax seal of the previous pope, evidence the document within hadn’t been tampered with since the seal had been affixed. As archivist and custodian of the Vatican’s most sensitive documents, it was Calvi’s sole duty to protect it.
Three Pontifical Swiss Guards waited for him outside the Archivio Segreto Vaticano. As Calvi approached, they joined him. The four crowded into a small elevator and rode to the top floor of the Apostolic Palace. Besides the elevator’s grinding cables, the only sound was the thunderous pounding of Calvi’s heart. He was sure everyone could hear it. But no one was saying a word.
The elevator stopped with a thud. One by one, the men stepped out. With his eyes focused forward, Calvi led the way to Pope John Paul I’s private study in the papal library. The newly elected Holy Father had summoned Calvi, and the others, to his study where he’d break the sealon the jeweled velvet pouch and read the secret document inside. He alone was authorized to do so.
Cardinal Villot, secretary of state of the Vatican, greeted the men at the papal quarters. "Good morning, Monsignor Calvi. Join us, won’t you?"
Nodding, Calvi joined Cardinals Silvano and Villot, along with several priests, standing around a large oval mahogany table in the papal library. Heavy red velvet drapes had been drawn at the windows, shutting out the glaring lights in St. Peter’s Square.
The bedroom door opened. Smiling, John Paul I walked into the room. "Please be seated," said the pope, gracefully waving his hand over the table. The pontiff wore a white silk cassock with matching pellegrina and white fringed fascia. On his head was the white papal zucchetto. The pectoral cross hung loosely around his neck. With his salt-and-pepper hair, the pope was youthful looking; his slender face lit up.
Calvi could see why, just a month after his election, people were calling this one "the Smiling Pope."
As Pope John Paul I seated himself at the head of the table, the others followed.
Slowly raising his eyes, Cardinal Villot nodded at Calvi.
Standing up, Calvi knelt to kiss the papal ring, and handed the jeweled pouch to the pontiff. The pope’s hands, he was surprised to note, were shaking. Probably from excitement and anticipation. In respect to the pontiff ‘s privacy, the monsignor turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Outside the study, Calvi and the three guards waited in silence. They stood erect, barely moving, lost in their thoughts. Calvi nervously paced the corridor, checking his watch repeatedly. When half an hour had passed, Cardinal Silvano flung open the door. His face fiery, lips pursed, he was noticeably unsettled, agitated.
"Calvi, come in!" Silvano bellowed, motioning frantically for him.
Confused, Calvi rushed inside, scanning the entire room. Something wasn’t right. Then he saw. The pope was lying fully stretched out on the floor, his body half-obscured by Cardinal Villot, who was leaning over him. Calvi’s heart jumped into his throat. The pontiff ‘s eyeswere shut, his face distorted in pain.
He wasn’t breathing. He was life-less, drained of color.
"What happened?" whispered Calvi. He could barely form the words.
"We don’t know," said Cardinal Villot, his mouth drawn into a thin line, his hands folded across his stomach. "It was sudden. Presumably a heart attack."
The manuscript lay facedown on the table, its pages strewn, splayed like a deck of cards, the jeweled pouch at one side. The Holy Father’s reading specs were also there on the floor, shattered as if stomped on. Standing stupefied, Calvi gazed at the shards of glass. His heart was breaking like the glass before him. This couldn’t be happening!
Then suddenly the burning reality of his mandate was overpower-ing. Calvi sprang to the table, hurriedly gathered up the manuscript’s yellowed pages, refolding and inserting them back into the velvet pouch. He’d protect this secret document, no matter what, to the end. His job in this crisis was simple: to return the pouch, and its sacred contents, to the archives, unscathed.
Cardinal Villot requested holy oil to perform a last anointing. A monsignor handed him a vial.
"Si capax, ego te absolvo a peccatistuis, in nomine Patris, et Filli, et Spiritus Sancti, Amen." Villot dipped his thumb into the vial, tracing the sign of the cross on the pope’s forehead. "Through this anointing, may God forgive you whatever sins you have committed. By the fac-ulty given me by the Apostolic See, I grant you a plenary indulgence and remission of all sins, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."
Calvi was sobbing. This couldn’t be! A moment ago the Pope was healthy, smiling. How could His Holiness be no longer? Only a month into his papacy!
And now, for the second time in a year, Cardinal Villot was the Camerlengo–the man who’d assume papal responsibilities until the time when the conclave elected a new pope.
Clutching the jeweled pouch, Calvi thought he might be sick.
A priest took a lit candle and, with the flame, softened a red stick of wax. When it melted, the priest motioned for the pouch. He dripped a liquid circle onto the strings to seal it, then gave it back to Calvi.
Bending down, Villot eased the papal ring from the finger of the deceased pope and soaked it in the pool of soft wax, creating the final seal of John Paul I. A young priest retrieved a silver hammer from its ceremonial case in the study. Then, in keeping with sacred tradition, Cardinal Villot took the silver hammer and smashed the seal on the papal ring, marking the end of the papacy of John Paul I.
Turning to the six men present, Cardinal Villot addressed them. "It is September 28, 1978. On this day, His Holiness John Paul I has died. No man present here in this room will discuss what’s transpired here today. From this day forward, let it be known to all, our beloved pontiff passed in his sleep while reading ‘Imitation of Christ.’ "
Calvi nodded, his eyes closed, his heart heavy with a foreboding. These damnable pages! What were they about? Calvi might never know. The document was accessible only to the pope. Faithfully, Calvi was following the rules to the letter. He knew one thing: Whatever was in that document had caused the death of the leader of the Catholic Church. Who’d be next? Calvi shuddered. His life’s work was safe-guarding this document. Whatever its purpose or mystery, it was his solemn and sole mission to protect it. Even if it meant giving up his life for it.