Everyone turned to see Jonathan inside the armory, along with every single weapon that the estate had. There should have been triumph in his eyes, but his expression was rather grim. Therefore, no one cheered, or wondered how Jonathan had done it. That look in his gray eyes seemed to chase away all traces of their pseudo-victory.
“Jonathan?” Daniel inquired, frowning at his expression. “What's the matter? Shouldn't you be pleased?”
“I am pleased,” Jonathan replied. “Eluding Lockman for the moment was most pleasing. But I'm afraid it is to be short-lived.”
“What do you—?” Daniel began, but then he stopped, frowned once more, and looked up the stairs. Jonathan was already looking in that direction. Jonah and his friends followed suit. He was about to question what they were supposed to be
