Gibson’s expression didn’t offer any support. “You know where the relic is hidden?”
Tom knew lying was pointless. “Yes.”
“Show us.” It was one of the men at the table. He came to life, eagerly unfolding a map of the Shenmu region.
Tom stared at the thin man with the small elfish face: European, dark-haired, with an accent Tom couldn’t place. “No.”
The man looked puzzled. “Why not?”
“I don’t see why I should.”
Gibson was losing patience. “Just tell him where the relic is!” It was an order, not a request.
Tom turned to Gibson with an enquiring look. “Who is he? What does he have to do with it? He doesn’t look like any research guy to me.”
“He’s no business of yours, Mackenzie.”
“Everybody who’s interested in that relic is my business ‘til I figure out who’s trying to kill me,” clari
