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Mecca turned out to have the same broken  piano, hymnals, mason jars, and stacks of Green Dome coloring books  that Gabriel had seen before when  he took  Robyn and  Hunky and  Dory into  the supply room. Bill Sullivan pointed at the plywood  board at the back wall. "Flashlights, gentlemen." The board was moved aside, and presently the  three G-men  were standing  around the  rock cairn that formed the uttermost summit of Green Dome.

Felt didn't  like how  the  murder  investigation had  suddenly veered. Tolson's  agenda  was   intruding  now. Stones were haphazardly torn away from  the cairn  and Tolson  went inside. Then Felt heard Tolson utter an oath that was most unbecoming of an FBI agent, followed by, "There's nothing here!"

After the search under the altar fell through  SAiC Tolson left the temple and took Sullivan with him. Special Agent Mark Felt was fine with that. Conflicting agendas were never productive. That left only the B Wing of the temple to search. It was set up as a historical museum,  although under  the new  management of Prophet Hansen  the Kuwapi contribution  to the Church  of Green Dome had been stripped  out. Some of the more  valuable pieces were missing entirely. But something about B Wing  stayed with Mark Felt  for  the  rest  of his  life. Perhaps it  was  the variety of  genuine articles  dating  back  to the  Civil  War. Perhaps something in the way  Sheriff Walker explained  what he was  looking  at. Agent Felt  found  the experience  profoundly immersive.

After that Felt found Klaus Hansen's office, which was also in B Wing, and he walked right in.

This prompted  an  angry  objection  from  Hansen. "You're in violation of  the judge's  orders, Felt. You  know you  can only search those rooms which are locked."

Sheriff Walker held up his notebook and said, "Ah yes, but this room was locked at the time  we served the warrant. In fact, you presence here is interference with a murder investigation."

Walker and Felt searched every  corner of the office  and found nothing. Then Felt upended the  waste basket  on the  floor. A large book with a green cover fell out. "What have we here?"

Walker thumbed through the pages and saw that it was the text of the Green Book, holy writ  for the Church, entirely  written by hand. He said,  "Agent  Felt, this  is  called  the  Printer's Manuscript. It  is said to have  been copied in the  other world from what they call the White Scroll."