“Still not bringing you in on anything,” I grumbled as I left the phone booth.
Once home and in bed, I predictably couldn’t sleep. There were still a few hours of daylight left, but that didn’t matter in an attic. There was only a vent to the outside that let in a soft light. I didn’t need candles in the daytime, but I normally had no trouble sleeping through it either.
There hadn’t been much to do but think and study for the last few days. There was a lot to think about, including everything we took off the boat to study. Zora was seeing what she could learn from the tooth and the ring. I had everything else.
So far, only the torch had given up its secrets—and they weren’t deep, mysterious or breathtakingly dangerous. Once lit, it would burn for hours, and rather than smoke, it produce
