Chapter FifteenIn a panic, the old man rose from behind the table, revealing his considerable bulk to push them back. “Out!” he cried moving around the table.
Samantha grabbed the book, clutching it tightly to prevent the now loose extra pages from falling to the floor. Io glanced back, his face questioning, but a moment later they were outside, the door locked behind them. The metallic rattle of lowering shutters followed quickly.
Io stared at the door. The lights inside winked out “He's leaving. Maybe we can find him out back.”
Samantha opened the book, securing the loose pages. “I don't think it would do any good. Did you see the look on his face?”
“He was terrified,” Io agreed. “Beyond the capacity for rational thought.”
“He knows something but we're never getting any answers out
