WILL HESITATED OUTSIDE Adi’s office, Fader beside him.
“Maybe you should talk to her alone,” Fader said.
Will considered that, happy to delay the coming confrontation, then shook his head. “No. We’re in this together. You, Case, me. Because whatever Misty is—”
“The Chakana.”
“Whatever the Chakana is, it’s affecting all of us. You have as much a right to answers as I do.”
“Adi may not think so.”
“Kind of beyond caring what Adi thinks.”
“Are you gonna yell? I don’t like yelling.”
Will thought of his years of trying to solve the mystery of what happened in Peru, to him, to his parents. He thought of Adi knowing about another Peru expedition all this time. “No promises, dude.” He pushed open the door.
Adi sat at her desk, reading her tablet. A manila file folder lay closed before her.
