CLOVIS SPREAD THE BLUEPRINT on the tattered mattress of a cot. “Okay, Dr. Felz isn’t a stupid woman, which means she has to have a back way out of that lab of hers. That means we have a back way in. We just need to find it.”
“We could shimmy in through the duct work,” Heathcliffe suggested.
Alf gave him the side eye. “You’ve been reading too many of Edric’s books.”
Heathcliffe grinned. “I always wanted to shimmy through the ductwork and nab the bad guy.”
Clovis stabbed a thick finger at the blueprint. “There. It opens into an exterior hallway that only has one access point.”
Warwicke frowned. “It eventually spills out into that room where we came in.”
“Yeah,” Clovis said. He took out his cell phone and snapped a quick picture, handing it to Alf. “I’ll take Heathcliffe and we’ll take
