When I woke up slightly hungover the next morning, Boone’s side of our bed was empty. In fact, it looked like it hadn’t been slept in. I tried to force myself to think that was because he and the guys had been out all night reveling in the good news about the quipus, but I failed in my attempt.
Something was wrong.
I needed to clear my head before I faced whatever that was, so I took a shower, got dressed, and beelined for the coffee pot in the kitchen via the back staircase. Only when I was fortified did I venture out into the living room and find Boone, Frank, Ivan, Omar, and Link gathered around what was either a child’s science project or a murder board. It was hard to tell from a distance.
However, my hopes of this being a model of the atom or a potato lamp were dashed when I got c
