CHAPTER 47The blue light winked out with a static snap that sent a shock again down Mara’s arm. By the time her eyes adjusted, she found herself standing once again in the back of the shop, next to the office door and across from the garage doors. The Chronicle’s spin lost momentum and energy, and fell out of the air into her hand, a copper medallion once again. She turned to ask Ping what happened, but he was not here. For a second, she panicked, thinking that somehow she had inadvertently sent him into another realm.
But it was no longer dark here. Daylight streamed in from the front of the shop and from the small windows running along the top of the walls. She gazed around, disoriented.
The bicycle parts and tools were missing. Boxes were stacked up in a row where Bruce’s worktable ha
