Chapter 7Altamonte’s lab facility back atheadquarters was a bit cramped, because he had computers andscreensall over the room. I sipped coffee as he dashed between machines,punching in numbers or words. He pointed toward a blank screen onthewall. The screen flicked and displayed a map of the northerncontinent of Jardoval. Altamonte narrowed the scope to asix-hundred-mile radius of where the camp was located. To thenorth,the green plain wavered and became a light blue and then a deeperblue in the farthest region.
“Frankly, Ed, I’ve never been muchfor topography,” I said.
He used a pointer to poke at the bluesections of the map. “Even up here we only found a few bodies. Theice is retreating; a process that began possibly fifty years ago.Butlook at this. Following the trails, this is the mi
