Chapter Three
Griffin
Griffin stared at the rumpled and stained page with a series of numbers he couldn’t make sense of. They’d tried every magical solution known to them. They’d applied all of their combined knowledge—which was considerable—to c***k the code, but were still missing something vital. He could feel it, right on the tip of his fingers if he could just grasp it.
The numbers started to blend together, and Griffin wiped a weary hand across his bleary eyes, hoping for a moment of clarity that never came.
5 4 1 6 2 0 1 7 2 1 0 1 5 4 7 6 8
In all likelihood, the numbers were just numbers, and they were chasing a dead end, but it was the only solid lead they had. It had to yield something. Some clue to the whereabouts of the book or the twins, or both. Something to make the las
