The silence felt heavier than the stone pressing down above them.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
Adrian remained kneeling on the cold tunnel floor, the contents of his satchel scattered around him.
The space where Rosemary Harrison’s diary had rested seemed almost impossible to look at.
Marcus was the first to break the silence.
“They knew exactly what they were taking.”
Adrian slowly gathered the maps and documents lying around him.
His movements were careful.
Controlled.
Too controlled.
Elena recognized the look.
He was furious.
Not the kind of anger that shouted.
The dangerous kind.
The kind that became quiet.
“They’ve been watching us,” Adrian said.
Marcus nodded.
“Long enough to know the diary mattered.”
Evelyn folded her arms tightly across her chest.
“It mattered mo
