Chapter 362. No Puppacino Portal

Ann left Bartholomew in the lounge and shut the door behind her. His last words stayed with her as she walked the corridor: I need you to understand.

She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to think about the families he had hidden or the bargains struck in silence. By the time she reached her rooms, dawn was pushing at the horizon. She hadn’t slept and she wasn’t going to.

“Well,” Maeve said, “At least now we know why the fossils look half-dead. They’re up all night counting secrets. Maybe we should dig them up for them. With a shovel. Or a chainsaw.

Ann dropped into the chair by the window with a weary sigh and rubbed her eyes.

“Or skip the tools,” Maeve added. “Lets go straight to ripping throats. Much faster.”

Ann pressed her palms against her knees and leaned forward. She couldn’t do anything about the past, but she could decide the next step.

The portal plans had been sitting in drafts and debates for weeks, argued over by people too cautious to