The Messiah Code [antikvár]

PROLOGUE 1968. SOUTHERN JORDAN.Was it really true? After two thousand years of waiting, had the prophecy finally come to pass in his lifetime, during his leadership?The Sikorsky helicopter passed over Petra, its shadow flitting like an insect over the ancient city carved into cliffs of rock. The magnificent statues and pillars glowed red in the late afternoon light, but Ezekiel De La Croix didn't look down; for once he was oblivious to the breathtaking beauty of the deserted city below him. Keeping his eyes on the horizon ahead, he searched the endless ocean of sand for the place where the helicopter would eventually set down.One of his two fellow passengers - their dark suits as creased as his own - stirred beside him. Both men slept, exhausted from their journey. They had not rested since travelling to Geneva, where they had interrupted his board meeting at the Brotherhood's bank in order to bring him the news.The news that would change everything. If it were true.Checking the Rolex on his wrist, Ezekiel brushed 11