Prey For Me Ch. 05

Pt. V: The Good Doctor

Brett Sanderson had anticipated some difficulty in persuading Caitlin Cornplanter, Ph.D., to accompany him to Las Vegas and meet with Jack Davis. He couldn't have been more wrong about the good doctor's enthusiasm for the endeavor.

"First, Brett, call me Caitlin," she interrupted when they spoke for the first time on the phone. "Second, I am already somewhat familiar with the matters of which you speak. I have an on line friend near Las Vegas, Nathaniel, a fellow Native American. He has been filling me in on some of this. I believe your Mr. Davis has also spoken with Nathaniel. Brett, I'll go with you or help any other way I can. Fascinating stuff. I'll tell you what, I have to leave now

for an appointment. Call me back this evening with your game plan. Where you want to meet, when we fly to Vegas. Whatever. I will change my schedule any way necessary to do this thing. Hey, I'm ready to go tomorrow." Click. She didn't even wait for goodbye.

This woman is something else Brett thought. Confirmed what he had found out before he called her for the first time. He contacted some of his colleagues who knew her and talked to other sources of a more clandestine nature, like his friend with the FBI. The consensus was she was quite brilliant, and a real looker some were quick to add.

Brett found out Caitlin was a Seneca, born on a reservation, actually in the only city which lies within a reservation, Salamanca, New York. She was one of the more than five hundred now living descendants of the great Seneca chief, Cornplanter. Chief Cornplanter's mother was a Seneca and his father was an Irishman, or so most said. Brett's friend at Harvard told him Caitlin had extraordinarily red hair and one would think she was a sassy Irish lass but for her rather dark complexion, buckskin garb and braids that usually hung over her breasts. And they said she had the most startling blue eyes.

Caitlin was a professor at the Harvard Divinity School on indefinite sabbatical to complete her book, of which she would tell no one of the subject matter. She had been teaching courses on comparative religions and Native American studies. Being fluent in Hebrew and Greek, among other languages, she occasionally taught a language course when the dean said he needed her.

Dr. Cornplanter was also a lecturer at the Chautauqua Institution during summers. It wasn't far from her home, and as Brett recalled from his several visits, it was one of the most intellectually and spiritually stimulating environments he had ever experienced. Art, drama, religion, history, music. Chautauqua had the best of everything Brett reminisced fondly.

Brett made reservations to fly to Las Vegas the following evening. He decided he and Caitlin should fly out of Cleveland, which was about an equal distance for each of them. He called her back and the itinerary met with approval. The United flight was scheduled to depart Cleveland's Hopkins International Airport at 8:20 p.m.

It took Brett about three hours to drive from Columbus to Cleveland and he had figured it would take Caitlin about the same to drive from Salamanca. He spotted her immediately. She was standing in line to check her luggage and when she saw him waving and gesturing she got out of line and joined him at the rear.

Brett was shocked. Caitlin was even more exotic and beautiful than he had been led to believe. And his friends were very right about those blue eyes. Extraordinary. He extended his hand and he was very surprised by the strength and warmth of her hand. And then she really startled him when she hugged him and pecked him on the cheek.

"Oh, c'mon, Brett, we are going to be friends, good friends. No need to be so formal. Hey, and I'm not flirting! You told me on the phone you are happily married and have two great kids, right? Not to worry. I won't seduce you." That certainly broke the ice, they both laughed and others standing in line smiled and smirked.

They chatted as they checked their luggage and eventually boarded the plane. Caitlin insisted she did not want to talk about "the case" until they got to Las Vegas and met with Jack Davis. "I don't want to repeat myself," she emphasized. Brett had told Caitlin briefly about the women who had mysteriously disappeared but not about the Lilith murders. Jack had told him not to yet.

When they were seated Brett closed his eyes and asked, "Caitlin, would you tell me about Chautauqua? I simply have to get there again soon. Haven't been there for a couple years."

"First, let me tell you a humorous story. Good thing I'm not blonde! A friend told me the President and First Lady bought a house in Chautauqua. He heard it on the Rush Limbaugh show. Well, I'm in total shock until I find out their new home is in Chappaqua. Duh! And here I was all ready to go for a drive and find their new house."

"Brett, you have to stay at the Athenaem Hotel for a few nights at least. What an atmosphere! Sure it costs over $300 a night for a double but it's worth it. Even though I don't live far from the Chautauqua Institution, I always stay at the Athaneum for at least a week in the summer. I pick the week when the most interesting activities, at least for me, are happening."

Caitlin continued, "Before I even get to the summer 2,000 schedule, Chautauqua is hosting 'God at 2,000' in February at Oregon State University. Archbishop Desmond Tutu and Joan Chittister, a Benedictine sister and author of many books, are only a few of the speakers whose names you will recognize to be featured. This will be a technology even with many linked via teleconferencing. Regarding the summer 2,000 schedule, I have been asked to participate in the 'World Peace Without Religious Peace?" forum beginning July 30."

Brett had fallen asleep. Caitlin picked up Brett's briefcase and perused the contents, settling on the folder marked Lilith File for closer examination. She closed her eyes and muttered to herself, "What in the hell am I getting into here I wonder."

They landed at Las Vegas McCarran airport and departed the plane. Jack Davis was waiting for them. Brett greeted his friend warmly and introduced Dr. Cornplanter.

"Pleeeese, Brett. Call me Caitlin, Mr. Davis, and I'll call you Jack." She thought he looked very dangerous in more ways than one. Quite weathered but handsome and the sort one does not cross.

Jack took them to the hotel and to their rooms. He had already taken care of all the registration formalities.

The three of them decided to get right to business and got together for a meeting in Jack's room an hour later. Caitlin commented glibly that she got much smarter much quicker when she had some firewater. Jack laughed and brought out the Killian's Red he liked and just happened to have on ice. He twisted open three bottles.

"Hey, it almost matches my hair and who says men prefer blondes?" she asked with a grin and took a big swig out of the bottle, ignoring the glass Jack had set in front of her.

Caitlin then began with, "You are the boss, Jack Davis. Obviously you want to ask me questions or I wouldn't be here. Ask away. I suppose the blanks will be filled in for me as we go along. That's fine. Shoot away, cowboy!" He was taken aback but very pleased with her direct manner.

"Bang, bang!" Jack startled Caitlin as he pointed his finger at her and simulated shooting with his index finger. "Talking about banging, let me summarize the incidents I have thus far investigated before I start with the questions."

"Laurie Johnston was the first woman who was seduced by a tall Harley riding stranger. His name was Danel. This occurred in Pahrump, about sixty- five miles west of Las Vegas. Pahrump, former home of $7 billion in buried silver bars belonging to the infamous and now dead Ted Binion. Laurie disappeared disappeared on or about September 7 although the assignation with Danel apparently occurred about three weeks earlier. Laurie is the wife of a rapture preaching fundamentalist bible thumper who also owns a software consulting business. Danel and Laurie were seen together by, among others, Joshua Marshall, from whom he bought a Harley, by Laurie's daughter Rachael and by Nathaniel, a friend of Joshua's."

"Alicia Dunn was the second mysterious disappearance. She is from Salt Lake City, four hundred and some miles northeast of Las Vegas, and ran off with one of Danel's brethren, Ezequeel, on or about October 2. This Ezequeel and Danel were seen together a week before Alicia's disappearance, when Danel purchased the Harley on which Alicia rode off with Ezequeel. So we see the obvious connection between Alicia and Laurie. Alicia was wife number three of a polygamist and leader of a pseudo-Mormon religious organization. Her husband also fronted numerous church corporations involved in computer related technology."

"The third mysterious disappearance was Kathleen Murray of Denver, 500 miles east of Salt Lake City and 750 miles southeast of Las Vegas, the sister of a priest. Her Harley biker's name was Sariel and she left with him for whereabouts unknown on or about October 16. Her brother the priest was also involved with computers and the internet. He has been indicted along with several other priests for disseminating child pornography."

Rebecca Zeigler from Alburquerque, 450 miles south of Denver and 600 miles east of Las Vegas, is the fourth mysterious disappearance. She was a disc jockey and sang in a band called the Rephraim. Rebecca rode off on the back of a Harley belonging to a big guy named Bariqijal on or about November 5. Rebecca's husband is CEO of a local Internet Service Provider and directed the local Albuquerque Promise Keepers group."

"Now, connect the dots with lines between Las Vegas, Salt Lake City, Denver and Albuquerque." Jack pulled out the map he had in his briefcase. "Looks like we are coming full circle here. If I was a betting man I'd bet on Las Vegas, or is that in Las Vegas? The road leads back to Las Vegas or thereabouts. Actually, I predict we will soon discover some activities of this strange motorcycle gang of locusts parts west of Las Vegas. Particularly Los Angeles. But I think Las Vegas will still be our vocal point. Just a hunch."

"Now for my questions. OK, Caitlin, tell me what you know about the names Danel, Ezequeel, Bariqijal, Sariel and The Book of Enoch."

"Well obviously, Jack, you must know something about the subject, so stop me if I start telling you what you already know. Let me use your notebook computer over there so I can get this stuff on line and quote directly from it."

Soon she did. "This is the R.H. Charles translation of The Book of Enoch I am viewing. Reading from Enoch 6:7&8, it lists the names of the leaders of the fallen angels who came to earth to mate with earthly women, 'And these are the names of their leaders: Samazaz, their leader, Araklba, Rameel, Kobablel, Tamlel, Ramel, Danel, Ezequeel, Baraqijal, Asael, Armaros, Batarel, Ananel, Zaqlel, Samspeel, Satarel, Turel, Jomjael, Sariel. These are their chiefs of tens.' That's where you can find these names."

"Let me digress and give you a private lesson on the Apocrypha and the Pseudepigrapha. The Apocrypha are books which appeared in English bibles from around 1300 for several hundred years. These books, like 1 & 2 Maccabees were part of the Greek Septuagint but were not part of any Hebrew bible, which is why they were taken out of many English bibles. Much of the Apocrypha today remains in Catholic translations but has been removed from most other English translations."

"The Pseudepigrapha are works that are attributed to a biblical character. The Book of Enoch is the longest such work and, most importantly, was lost for fifteen years. Then a partial Greek translation was discovered in Egypt, several Ethiopic translations were found and more recently within the body of fragments known as the Dead Sea Scrolls were partial Aramaic portions."

"The next chapter of The Book of Enoch goes on to tell how these fallen angels took earthly women for their playmates. Enoch 7:1-3, 'And all the others together with them took unto themselves wives, and each chose for himself one, and they began to go in unto them and to defile themselves with them, and they taught them charms and enchantments, and the cutting of roots, and made them acquainted with plants. And they became pregnant, and they bare great giants ... ''Let me get the bible out of the dresser drawer. Every hotel and motel room has one. Oh, good, a King James Version."

"Now, Jack, what I am saying I know Brett has heard before from various sources. I am repeating a theory, an explanation of scripture which some believe and preach. Here, let me show you."

The TV was connected to satellite. Caitlin flipped the channel to S3-20. "That's Dr. Gene Scott." She flipped the channel to G6-16. "That's Dr. Arnold Murray. Both these guys preach this business about the fallen angels.

Check it out. Get some of their tapes and other material. Their ministry programs are on twenty-four hours a day and reach millions. Also search on the net for Enoch and the Nephilim and read all about. I'm not doing all your homework for you."

"The Book of Enoch elaborates on the story told in Genesis 6 about the sons of God, whom are properly termed Nephilim, as are their offspring. Some of the offspring, due to genetic differences, are termed throughout the Bible as Rephaim, Emim, Anakim, Giborim and several other names."

Caitlin paused and finished her beer quickly. "Hey, this powwow is making me thirsty. Can I have another one." Jack jumped up quickly and went to fetch. He was getting very interested in this story.

"Now, remember, this is a theory, I'm not saying whether I believe it or not," and with that she winked at the both of them. "Some say that the fallen angels will be released from the bottomless pit of Revelation 9 at the fifth trumpet. Some say the Nephilim, the fallen angels, are the 'locusts' of verse 3. They can hurt only those men who 'have not the seal of God in their foreheads' according to verse 4. These men who are hurt, will be, according to verse 5, 'tormented five months: and their torment was as the torment of a scorpion when he striketh a man.' And in verse 6, these 'men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them.' What do you think, guys, pretty exciting stuff, huh?"

"Let's talk about locusts for a moment. Locusts, the Acrididae family, Orthoptera order, are used throughout the bible to symbolize God's judgement. Locusts appear in the bible in conjunction with moral indiscretion, demonic activities and spiritual tribulation. What is usually the result of a scorpion's sting? Not usually death but much pain. Swelling, troubled breathing, twitching, drooling, slurred speech and gut wrenching cramps. How do you suppose the fallen angels will hurt men, torment them, but not kill them? Is the hurt and the pain psychosomatic? Do the Nephilim seduce the daughters, sisters, wives and lovers of these men and impregnate them? Some say that Matthew 24:36 & 37 and Luke 17:26 & 27 mean exactly that. What happened in the days of Noah and what provoked the Flood will happen again so they say."

Caitlin called up a King James Version of the bible on Jack's computer. "We already talked about Genesis 6 and the Nephilim. Let's see what else in the bible tells us about these fallen angels and the giants who were their offspring. In Genesis 14:5 we see the Rephaim, the Zuzims and Emims, all branches of the Nephilim. The Emims also appear in Deuteronomy 2:10 and 11 and are described as giants like the Anakim. The word Emim means proud deserter. The Zuzims are the same as the Zamsumims of Deuteronomy where they are identified as Rephaim."

"Now, this Rephaim is an interesting word. It is a proper name and should have been transliterated in English bibles instead of being translated to words such as 'dead' in Isaiah 14:9 and 'deceased' in Isaiah 26:14. One of the more infamous Rephaim was Og of Bashan as we see in Deuteronomy 3:11, 'For only Og of Bashan remained of the remnant of giants ... ' Here 'giants' has been translated from the Hebrew 'Rephaim.' Og of the Rephaim is also mentioned in Joshua 12:4. In chapter 11 of Joshua we another branch of the Nephilim, the Anakims, in verse 21. Verse 22 is rather enlightening, 'There was none of the Anakims left in the land of the children of Israel: only in Gaza, in Gath and in Ashrod, there remained.' Do you remember who was from Gath? The giant Goliath."

"Verses like Joshua 11:22 I just quoted and Genesis 6:4, 'There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came into the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of reknown.' Did you catch the 'also after that' part?"

"I don't find the concept of the Nephilim, a term which means both the fallen angels and their offspring, having various branches, or a better word clans, such as the Rephaim, the Zuzims, the Emims, the Anakims and others. The Senecas have clans such as the bear, the turtle, the wolf and others."

Caitlin stopped. "I'm starved! Can we go out or call room service?"

"Yeah, I'm hungry, too," Brett chimed in. "Let's go out."

"Sure," Jack agreed. "I'll tell you what. Let's go to the place where the first murder took place. Maybe the aura will prompt some insights. Would either of you two mind?" They indicated no with a shake of the head.

They walked outside the hotel and Jack said, "We'll have to take a taxi. My convertible is a two-seater."

"Forget that, Jack! It's a beautiful night for a convertible ride, a short one. I'm not really that heavy, Brett. I'll sit on your lap if you don't mind." He smiled and nodded."

Jack went and got his car and picked them up at the front of the hotel. "Yeow! I love this car! One of my favorites, this Mercedes. Can I drive? I can drive a stick. Well, maybe some other time. I don't want to be responsible for you two falling in love." Caitlin started cackling and Brett and Jack couldn't help but burst out laughing. So smart and what a smart mouth is what Jack was thinking. Not your typical intellectual elite. A very down to earth and funny young woman.

When they arrived at the scene of the first crime hotel and entered the dining room, Jack asked to be seated at one of Abraham's tables. They greeted each other warmly and introductions were made. Caitlin was impressed with Jack's genuine affection for people, although she had no doubt he could be one's worst enemy if the mood struck him.

During dinner Jack repeated what Abraham had told him about Lilith and the late Dr. Masterson. Every time Abraham appeared Jack asked him to confirm a part of the story he had told. Brett asked a few questions but Caitlin hardly said anything all throughout dinner.

"Caitlin, is something wrong? You hardly have said anything for the past hour." Jack looked puzzled.

"Well, if you noticed, I have been feeding my face for the past hour and I told you I was starved. You white eyes have always starved the red man, and woman." She laughed at her own joke again. "I was listening."

"I'm ready to talk now," she stated emphatically. "But first I have to excuse myself for a few minutes. Be right back."

Caitlin didn't take her purse. Jack quickly rummaged through it much to Brett's surprise. "Just checking her out. Precautions." He partially pulled out the .357 Smith & Wesson 686 PLUS L-Frame and showed Brett with a knowing shrug.

When she returned her first words were, "Bang, bang! Love those Altamont wood grips. I know you were into my purse and that's why I left it. I should point that dang thang at you like you pointed your finger at me. Just want you to know I'm not, well, I can take care of myself. I also dabble in martial arts. Would you like a little demonstration." She dropped the subject because they both looked so sheepish.