CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Christopher was thoroughly unimpressed by the Sistine Chapel. He knew that it was a famous church and that people in his era paid loads of money to come and look at it, but he personally couldn’t see what all the fuss was about. It looked like any other over-the-top church he’d ever been in. Not to mention it was cold!
He shivered as he turned to look at Malcolm. “So, genius. What now?”
“I thought you were the leader,” Malcolm replied coldly.
“Look!” Madeleine cried.
Chris followed her pointing finger to the center of the chapel. There, on the marble floor, was a strange pattern of black streaks. Scorch marks.
Chris ran over, the others following. He looked at the pattern of marks that were radiating from a central spot. They looked remarkably like footprints. They w
