CHAPTER THIRTEEN
July 1, 2010
Evening
When Calvin lowered the glowing flashlight onto the ground beside the door, its beam had the cold glare of a searchlight on a prison tower. His hands shook. He fumbled and dropped the key twice before he successfully aligned it with the keyhole. He let go, just like the article said Percy had done, and the key turned on its own in the lock. Calvin drew back as the ground quaked and creaked like a ship’s mast in a strong wind.
“So much for not waking Cleo,” he muttered.
The letters on the door glimmered faintly as, like the article had also said, aquamarine and silver light seeped into the Greek. Then the door was opening, booming as it hit the earth with a force that jarred a flock of sleeping birds from their perches.
Calvin wedged the flashligh
