23When they finally met Adeline and Lancaster in the dining car it was hours later.
“You’re late,” Adeline chimed, sipping wine from her glass as Alexei made an effort to sit down across from her. “You look a mess.”
“Nyah,” Alexei stuck his tongue out, pulling his hair back out of his face and tying it loosely with a blue ribbon.
“Good to meet you again, Dr. Lancaster.” Dmitri bowed as he sat, hiding his initial discomfort with ease. Alexei watched him squirm a minute, smiling to himself.
“And you, as well,” Lancaster nodded. “Adeline and I were just discussing the next step of our journey.”
“The book that Ivan had, the one we never looked at . . . Dmitri has it now. And in it there is a photograph of a woman named Augusta Teal. An American woman, she was at a temple in Katmandu. What
