An intriguing story about God’s working out His will, from Abraham’s idol-worshipping father to a modern day Messianic Jewish family. Tightly written and fast-paced. The ending will leave you wanting Book 2.
—Brandilyn Collins, bestselling author of over 30 books, including the Seatbelt Suspense® novels
From a criminal investigation in Manhattan to the birth of Abram in ancient Ur, Jerry Jenkins weaves together a tale of drama and suspense that will draw you into the lives of two families separated by 4,000 years of history yet sharing remarkably similar struggles of faith. Dead Sea Rising combines the thrill of a whodunit with the moral and political intrigue of the ancient, and modern, Middle East. But be prepared. Once you begin, you won’t be able to stop until you reach the final page!
—Dr. Charlie Dyer, Professor-at-Large of Bible and Host of The Land and the Book radio program
This inescapable adventure kept me turning pages thru an explosion of unforgettable intrigue and passion as only Jerry B. Jenkins can pen.
—DiAnn Mills, Christy Award winning author
I don’t know whose books you might read. At our dinner table, we often discuss whichever Jerry Jenkins book one of us is devouring. His dialogue is equal to the best of Nelson DeMille, his storylines equal to the best of John Grisham. But Jerry Jenkins books are on another level. And now Dead Sea Rising … Wow! This book may be the best of Jerry Jenkins. And that, my friend, is saying a lot!
—Andy Andrews, New York Times bestselling author of The Traveler’s Gift and The Noticer
From the first few pages, Dead Sea Rising offers suspense and drama, making you wonder how this fascinating story originating in Manhattan finds its mysterious roots deep in the Middle East. True to Jerry’s style, the reader is quickly carried forward, drawing you into the intrigue of ancient Mesopotamia. If you love history—especially biblical history—this is a fun and fascinating read!”
—Joni Eareckson Tada, Joni and Friends International Disability Center
Dead Sea Rising is a page turner! No one does biblical fiction like Jerry Jenkins!
—Karen Kingsbury, bestselling author
Jumping back and forth in time at a breakneck pace, Dead Sea Rising is a thriller as only Jerry B. Jenkins can tell it. Biblical history combines with contemporary mystery in this gripping kickoff to a new series. Just be aware—you’ll be hooked.
—James Scott Bell, International Thriller Writers Award winner
What does the story of a god-chiseler in ancient Mesopotamia, an injured, wealthy woman in Manhattan, a war in Vietnam, a proposed archeological dig in Saudi Arabia, and a woman pregnant with the son who would become the father of three religions, have to do with one another? And how can one possibly stitch together such a story as the one Jerry B. Jenkins has so eloquently woven in Dead Sea Rising? Like an archaeologist on a dig, you will have to read to discover the layers of how history lie atop each other. Few stones are left uncovered here … and, like me, I know you will be grateful that this is only Book I. Dead Sea Rising kept my heart pounding and my eyes reading as quickly as they know how. I now patiently wait for more.
—Eva Marie Everson, CBA bestselling & award-winning author, President, Word Weavers International
Master storyteller Jerry Jenkins combines two storylines, two eras, and two apparently unsolvable dilemmas into one intriguing story. A brilliant beginning to a new series that’s sure to fascinate and entertain.
—Angela Hunt, author of Jerusalem’s Queen
In his newest book one of the best writers of our era takes us on an amazing journey connecting the ancient past with modern times. Dead Sea Rising by Jerry Jenkins is a page-turning thriller that spans the days from Abraham to today. Family secrets and mysteries are revealed in perfect and dramatic fashion as the story unfolds. Someone needs to make this into a movie or miniseries! I cannot wait for the next installment.
—Ray Bentley, author, speaker, prophecy expert, and founder of Maranatha Chapel in San Diego, CA
Jerry Jenkins brings a 4,000 year old story to life. As he does, he presents a contemporary one filled with intrigue and high stakes for each character—and the world. I’m excited to see what will happen with this series!
—Chris Fabry, Award-winning author, radio personality, and host of Chris Fabry Live on Moody Radio
DEAD SEA RISING
A NOVEL
JERRY B.
JENKINS
DR. CRAIG EVANS, BIBLICAL CONSULTANT
Copyright © 2018 by Jenkins Entertainment, LLC
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ISBN: 978-1-61795-009-4 (Hardcover)
ISBN: 978-1-68397-310-2 (Signed Edition)
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CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter
50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Acknowledgments
THE DEAD SEA CHRONICLES
Dead Sea Rising—Book 1
“I was drowning in a sea, lost as I could be,
When you found me with your boundless love.”
—
Lyrics from “Boundless Love” by
John Prine, Dan Auerbach, and Pat Mclaughlin
CHAPTER 1
Manhattan, New York City
“It’s your mother,” Nicole Berman’s father said over the phone.
She rose from her desk at the sound of his voice. “What happened?”
“Broken hip. She’s at Sinai on Madison.”
“Hip? How, Dad?”
“You know what I know. How soon can you get there?”
“On my way,” she said, juggling her phone to pull on her trench coat.
“Use a foundation car, Nic.”
“Quicker to walk. It’s rush hour here. What time is it there?”
“Coming up on eleven,” he said, “and there’s nothing leaving here tonight. I’m on standby out of de Gaulle in the morning, but I’m way down the list. I’ll charter if I have to.”
“Oh, Dad! You sure?”
“Are you moving, hon?”
“At the elevator. Should be there in twenty minutes. Want me to call, tell her I’m on my way?”
“No, they tell me she’s already sedated for surgery. Text me as soon as you know anyth—”
“’Course, but don’t charter till I find out how serious this is. You’re probably looking at—”
“Six figures,” he said. “I know. But even picking up six hours, if I get out of here by eight in the morning, it’s gonna be noon before I get into the city.”
“Mom wouldn’t want you to spend—”
“Don’t bother her with that! We’re flush as we’ve ever been and—”
But the call dropped when the elevator closed.
Nicole’s lengthy strides made up for having to wait to cross Lexington and then Park Avenue. The fall sun had already dipped behind the buildings on the west side of Park, leaving a nip in the air that only quickened her pace.
At Mount Sinai Hospital, Reception summoned from upstairs a petite, black woman of about twenty-five. She introduced herself as Kayla and gave Nicole a visitor badge. “I’ll take you directly to ICU, Dr. Berman.”
“It’s that bad?”
“With top-tier patients we take every precaution,” Kayla said as they walked. “Let me express on behalf of our entire administrative team how grateful we are for The Berman Foundation. We—”
“I appreciate that, but what happened? Did she—”
“Housekeeper says she tripped on a rug. That’s common among—”
“Not for her. She’s still active, works out …”
“The surgeon will bring you up to speed. And a heads-up: he only looks twelve. He’s thirty-five and one of our best ortho guys.”
In ICU, Kayla began to introduce personnel, but Nicole brushed past them and cupped her mother’s face in her palms. “I’m here.” She leaned close and studied a bright red scrape on her mother’s forehead that appeared to have been treated with ointment. Nicole turned to the surgeon. Script sewn above the breast pocket of his lab coat read “L. Thorn, M.D.” It was good Kayla had warned her. If this guy was only a few years younger than she …
“We assume the contusion is a rug burn,” he said.
“Oh, Mama, what happened?” Seeing her like this made everything else in Nicole’s life pale—and her plate was loaded.
Her mother appeared to try to raise a hand but closed her eyes, brow furrowed as if in pain. “Doctor, thish ish my …”
A nurse said, “She’s been talking about you nonstop. You’re up for some sort of a license or permit or—?”
“She shouldn’t have to suffer, should she?” Nicole said.
“She won’t remember any of this,” the anesthesiologist said. “There, she’s out now.”
“Doctor, my father should be here tomorrow. Could you delay op—?”
Dr. Thorn shook his head. “Unwise. Waiting increases the risk of mortality, especially for someone your mother’s age. Fortunately, she has no history of heart disease. But the sooner I get in there, the better chance I’ll have to restore mobility. We’re next in line for surgery.”
Nicole sat alone in the waiting room, trading texts with her father. She left out the doctor’s mention of mortality and asked if he had been informed by the new housekeeper. He wrote no, that he had heard from his assistant, Abigail.
No surprise, Nicole had had to get the word from her father from across the Atlantic, despite that Abigail sat in the adjacent office at The Berman Foundation. But now was not the time to revisit that years-long cold war.
Her father texted that he wouldn’t have been able to understand the housekeeper anyway, “but praise God she was there.” He added that he had finagled a seat on the eight a.m. flight. “Thats 2 a.m. ur time so c u by noon tomorrow”
Nicole prided herself in writing properly even when texting. “And what did that finagling cost?”
“2x what the guy paid”
“Meaning?”
“€15,000. way less than charter”
She definitely would keep that from her mother, the former accountant for the foundation. “Get some sleep and have a safe trip, Dad.”
“Any word on the permit, Nic?”
“Nothing. Can’t think about that now anyway.”
For months it had been all she thought about.
Nicole had never been good at waiting. She wouldn’t be able to concentrate on any of the more than two hundred ebooks on her phone. And she could think of nothing to pray beyond, “Be with Mom and spare her.” She and her mother had never been closer than now. Tripped in her own home? Nicole couldn’t make it compute. Her mother was still youthful, active at sixty-six.
Plaques on the wall honored her parents. This very waiting room had been “generously provided by Benzion and Virginia Berman.” In the reflection off the glass of one framed certificate, Nicole noticed Kayla approaching the door behind her. She steeled herself, silently rehearsing dismissive language she hoped wouldn’t offend.
But Kayla handed her a large coffee. “Two creams, no sugar, right?” she said.
“Exactly,” Nicole said, thanking her. “Have we met before? Sorry if I—”
“No, no, we just do our homework. What I don’t know is whether you prefer to be alone or would like me to—”
“Kind of you, but I confess I—”
“Not at all,” Kayla said. “Here’s my card if you need anything.” She glanced at her watch. “I’m off at six, but call any time. I do just want to say that I almost majored in archaeology myself. You’re
such an inspiration. Not many women—”
“I’ve been fortunate. Without my father’s foundation …”
“Still,” Kayla said, heading toward the door, “you’ve earned it. I—well, sorry, I’ll leave you, but maybe I’ll join one of your dig teams some day.”
Two hours later, Nicole had tossed what was left of her coffee and sat with her coat draped over her knees, one foot bouncing.
The news and celebrity magazines didn’t appeal, nor did the TV. She stared at the glacial clock, willing Dr. Thorn to appear. Why hadn’t she asked how long this should take? Nicole almost wished she’d taken Kayla up on her offer of company, but why spoil a young woman’s time off?
Most frustrating was not knowing when or if she should start worrying. Nicole began to Google it, but before she could finish, her mother’s surgeon entered and she leapt to her feet.
“Sorry, Dr. Berman,” Thorn said, “no news yet. Previous surgery went long, and housekeeping just got in there to disinfect. We can get started as soon as everything’s dry.”
“Surely not every operating room is in use,” Nicole said.
“The ortho ones are, and they have the equipment I need. Plus, this is providential. I didn’t expect to have the sales rep in the room, but we had time to track him down.”
“Sorry? Sales rep?”
“Sold us one of the pieces of equipment, and he knows more about it than I do. It’ll be handy to have him there.”
“Actually during surgery?”
The doctor nodded. “He’s just there to advise. This has become common. I assumed you knew.”
Nicole shook her head.
“We had to sell the idea to your father months ago to get the grant. Naturally the equipment costs a lot more when it comes with a live consultant.”
“Does my father know this will be the case tonight?”
“I haven’t spoken with him.”
“It might not sound like such a good idea to a man whose wife is on the table.”
“Oh, believe me, you’d rather have the rep in there than not. He’s only going to be of help.”
“One more thing. My mother was anesthetized more than two hours ago. What happens now?”
“My anesthesiologist can handle it. Of course, she won’t be charged for the delay or the extra meds—”
“That’s hardly the issue.”
Dr. Thorn shrugged. “I don’t suppose your family will be charged at all.” He seemed to study Nicole. “You must get your height from your father. Your mother’s not that—”