CHAPTER NINE
We rolled through the streets and in a half hour we arrived at the impressive cistern, home to Professor Edward Impara. I was glad when we found the door unlocked, and there was an amusing surprise nailed to the entrance.
I stopped before the door and studied the Phantom poster before I looked up at Ben, who was equally bemused. “I never would have suspected the professor was a fan.”
Ben chuckled as he pulled the poster down and tossed it to one side. “I doubt he knows himself, but let us inquire as to his tastes.”
We found the man himself deep in one of his tomes.
Literally.
The book itself was some two feet high and the professor was floundering in its pages that unfolded to a length of four feet. The large letterhead had entangled itself around his arms and legs,
