gh the heavy oak double do

sphere was thick with nervous tension

empty chair in the darkest corner and sat down. She tilted

the room. He was sweating slightly as

an Powell and Director Evans were wearing their most ex

s throat. He clicked

hed onto the projector screen. It showed

tement. "During a routine geological survey, we have uncovered a mass

d. It showed the entrance to a stone tomb, co

rence room. Finding an untouched mausoleum

d," Dr. Thorne continued, "we are assembling an e

rd from the podium. He

sica Lane sat up perfectly straight. T

ames of three senior spec

yes scanned the crowded room and locke

Thorne said clearly

dead silent. Every single head

d. She let out a loud, theat

ly enough for half the room to hear, "Why is sh

intertwined her fingers in her lap and squeezed until her j

his voice echoing off the walls. "Ms. Foster was the only one who correctly identified the subject as a 19th-century Irish dockworker, based entirely on the wear

od up and announced that the meeting was ad

st Cora's row. She intentionally veered off co

She didn't say a word. She just kept her h

nd stopped in front of her. He h

y. He looked her right in the eye. "I know

to pack. And maybe go visit your father befor

es dulled. A cold numbness spread throu

er backpack. She turned and walked

sk. She took a deep breath, preparing to look at