Chapter Twenty-Five
“Ingen jævla måte!”
I have no idea what Wolf just whispered under his breath as we entered the lab, but if it’s the Norwegian equivalent of WTF, then I wholeheartedly agree. If I wasn’t staring at it right now, I wouldn’t believe it.
The Redbird.
Director Lovett doesn’t even react as the four of us approach the work-table he now occupies. He’s staring through a magnifying lamp at the object that’s been at the center of this weirdness from the start. A coin, the size of a half-dollar, emblazoned with a large predatory bird.
It’s only when we’re a few feet away that Lovett looks up. He meets my eyes first. “You’re back. How nice.” His monotone, laced with intense disapproval, does nothing to elevate my mood.
Before I can snark, he turns his focus upon Natalie. “Dete
