The Twelfth Insight - James Redfield [5]
“There are more people looking for this document than I thought,” he mused. “Better tell me everything that’s happened to you.”
As we traveled north, I relayed all of it: the ideas that came to me while driving, the blue SUV, the sudden flow of Synchronicity, and every detail of what I’d experienced at the pub—especially the part where the skeptic brought me down and the men were observing me.
When I finished, I didn’t wait for him to comment. I asked him about the surveillance.
“I don’t know who they are,” he said. “I started to have the feeling I was being observed a few days ago. Then yesterday, I saw one or two of them at a distance. They’re very good.”
I nodded, feeling nervous. I lifted the pages of translation by my leg and asked, “Who sent this to you?”
“A friend who lives in Egypt,” Wil replied, “one of the foremost experts in ancient texts. I’ve known him a long time, and when we talked by phone he said it’s unquestionably authentic and probably dates back to the fourth or fifth century. He was sent only the first part of the Document, already translated, but he thinks it refers to our current time period, just like the old Prophecy did.”
We exchanged glances.
“There’s more,” Wil continued. “The Document says we’re in some kind of a race here. My friend said these fragments are popping up all over the world. Apparently, whoever is releasing this Document is sending selected parts to various people with some end in mind. That’s all I know. My friend and I were disconnected in the middle of the call. I haven’t been able to reach him since.”
My mind was abuzz. The woman I saw at the Pub had a part of the Document and was going to Arizona. But where in Arizona? Was she in danger? Were we?
The reality of the situation was sinking in. The Document was fascinating, but we had just seen that someone official also had an interest as well. Were they trying to restrict access to it? How far would they go? A pang of fear rushed through me.
“Well, I guess our trip to Egypt is off,” I said, looking for humor.
Wil grinned for a moment. “I had a feeling we might be going somewhere else.”
Suddenly, he looked hard into the rearview mirror. Behind us was another SUV, a long way back.
“I think this one’s following us,” he said.
At this point Wil began a series of strategic moves. First, he asked to borrow my smart phone and pulled up the map of the local area, turned the phone off, and pulled out the battery. Then he slowed down, which made the SUV slow down as well in order to keep its distance behind us. After a minute, Will quickly sped up, a move that opened a lot more space between us and the SUV and allowed Wil to take the next exit unseen.
He took an immediate right onto a small paved road, then a left onto a gravel road that I knew wouldn’t have been on the map.
“How did you know about this road?” I asked.
He shot me a look but said nothing. The old road was full of potholes and ruts, but it eventually led to another paved road that in turn took us back to the freeway again, about five miles farther north. When we hit the ramp it became clear that the freeway behind us was completely backed up. We could see blue lights and a fire truck parked at the point of congestion.
Wil sped down the ramp and onto what was an almost empty road. Everyone else behind us, including those in the SUV, was completely blocked.
I was staring at Wil. In the past I had seen him do many things, but nothing this rapid.
“How did you know to make all those turns?” I asked.
He looked at me and asked in return, “How did you know to stop at the Pub so that we could connect with each other later?”
“Okay,” I acknowledged. “Intuition. But what you did seemed so fast. I’ve never done anything like that.”
Light from the oncoming cars swept over his face. “I’ve been talking to people who have seen different