Twenty
“WELL, THAT’S THAT, then,” Helen says quietly.
We’re in Gladys’ state-of-the-art office, looking at the large screen on her wall displaying a 3D virtual reconstruction of the face that once belonged to the skull that landed so unceremoniously at Dan’s feet.
“It’s definitely Theia Stewart,” I say. “Helen, what do we do now?”
She shakes her head. “Well, I’m actually not sure. The Mayor is going to want to hold a press conference, so I should let her know we have a positive ID. But beyond that, I’m not sure where the investigation should go. We’ve gone as far as the evidence can take us. Beyond that—I’ll need to think.”
“We need to tell Anna,” I say.
“I know,” Helen nods. “Can you call her, ask her to come down here?”
I’m about to say yes, when Gladys says, “Um, yeah, about that
