It was a client base that had always been and still remained confidential. The Vatican was among them. And Nicola Marsciano, the man responsible for Vatican investments, had spent the entire afternoon sequestered in a private apartment on Via Pinciana with Weggen and a battery of lawyers and accountants he'd brought with him from Geneva.

For more than a year Marsciano and Weggen had been belt-tightening the Holy See's portfolio, narrowing the range of investments to focus on energy, transportation, steel, shipping, heavy equipment; corporations, companies, and spin-off companies that specialized in major international infrastructure development – the building and rebuilding of roads, waterways, power plants, and the like in emerging nations.

The Vatican's investment strategy was the kingpin in Palestrina's mandate for the future of the Holy See, and was why the Chinese had been invited here to mingle and why they had come, to show that China was a modern country that shared the same economic concerns for emerging nations as did her European friends. The invitation had been out of goodwill, giving the Chinese a way to quietly intermingle and to discreetly establish a presence – and at the same time to be stroked by Palestrina.

Yet emerging nations in the plural was not on Palestrina's agenda. One nation, in the singular, was: China herself. And outside of a very few – Pierre Weggen and the pope's remaining men of trust – no one, not even the Holy Father, had any idea of the secretariat's real objective, which was to see the Vatican become a wholly anonymous yet major partner and influencer in the future of the People's Republic, economic and otherwise.

The initial step was tonight, with the hand holding of the Chinese. The second would take place tomorrow, when Marsciano would present the newly revised 'Emerging Nation Investment Strategies' to a commission of four cardinals charged with him in overseeing the Church's investments for ratification.

The session would be tumultuous because the cardinals were conservative and not open to change. It would be Marsciano's job to convince them, to show in exhaustive detail the regions their extensive research had targeted – Latin America, Eastern Europe, and Russia. China would be there, of course, but hidden within the sweeping term Asia – Japan, Singapore, Thailand, Philippines, China, South Korea, Taiwan, India, etc.

The trouble was it was a deliberate fabrication. Unethical and immoral. A calculated lie designed to give Palestrina exactly what he wanted without ever divulging it.

Moreover, it was only the beginning of Palestrina's plan. China, the secretariat understood all too well, was, for all its openness, still at heart a closed society, tightly controlled by an authoritarian Communist guard. Yet authoritarian or not, China was modernizing quickly; and a modern China with one-quarter of the world's population and its accompanying economic clout would, with little doubt and in little time, become the most formidable power on earth. With that truth came the obvious – control China and you control the world. And that was the heart and soul of Palestrina's plan – the domination of China in the next century, reestablishing the Catholic Church and its influence in every city, town, and village. And, within a hundred years, to create a new Holy Roman Empire. With the people of China answering no longer to Beijing but to Rome, the Holy See would become the greatest superpower on earth.

It was madness, of course – and to Marsciano an all-too-clear illustration of Palestrina's progressively deranged thinking – but there was nothing any of them could do about it. The Holy Father was enamored with Palestrina and had no knowledge of his plan whatsoever. Furthermore, slowed by precarious health and an exhausting daily schedule, and trusting Palestrina as he would trust himself, the pope had all but handed the global directives of the Holy See over to his secretariat of state. So to go to the Holy Father would be doing nothing more than going to Palestrina himself because, if called, the secretariat would deny everything, and his accuser would be summarily shipped off to a parish unknown and never heard from again.

And therein was the true horror of it. Because, with the exception of Pierre Weggen, who believed in Palestrina fully, the others – Marsciano, Cardinal Matadi, Monsignor Capizzi, the remaining three most influential men in the Catholic Church – were all in one way or another terrified of Palestrina. Of his physical size, of his ambition, of his exceptional ability to find a man's weakness and then exploit it to further his own ends, and – perhaps most frightening of all – the tremendous force of his character once you became the focus of his attention.

They were terrified, too, of the madmen who worked for him: Jacov Farel, who was, on the one hand, the very public and outspoken chief of the Vatican police, and on the other, the secretive and ruthless henchman to Palestrina's ambition; and the terrorist Thomas Kind, who had assassinated Palestrina's archfoe, Cardinal Parma, in their presence and in the presence of the Holy Father, and in the presence of Palestrina, who had ordered it done, and then calmly stood beside him as he was shot down.

Marsciano had no idea how the others felt, but he was certain none despised his own weakness and fear more than he.

Once again he looked at his watch.

8:10

'Eminence.' Pierre Weggen approached with Yan Yeh. The president of the People's Bank of China was quite short, and trim, his dark hair flecked with gray.

'You remember Yan Yeh,' Weggen said.

'Of course.' Marsciano smiled and took the Chinese banker's hand firmly. 'Welcome to Rome.'

They had met once before, in Bangkok, and except for a few terse moments when Palestrina had purposefully challenged the banker about the future of the Catholic Church in the new China and been told coldly, directly, and authoritatively that the time was not right for a rapprochement between Beijing and Rome, Marsciano had found Yan Yeh to be personable, outgoing, even witty, and with seeming genuine concern for the well-being of people, whoever they were.

'I think,' Yan Yeh said, a twinkle in his eye as he lifted a glass of red wine and touched it to Marsciano's, 'the Italians should give us Chinese a good lesson in wine making.'

Just then Marsciano saw the papal nuncio enter and approach Palestrina, taking him aside, away from the Chinese ambassador and foreign minister. The two spoke briefly, and he saw Palestrina glance his way before leaving the room. It was a small gesture, insignificant to anyone else. But for him it was everything, because it meant he had been singled out.

'Perhaps,' Marsciano said, turning back to Yan Yeh, 'an arrangement could be made.' He smiled.

'Eminence.' The nuncio touched the cardinal's sleeve.

Marsciano turned. 'Yes, I know… Where do you want me to go?'