Free Fall (Pyramid of Gold)

The next day, I called in sick. The morning was grey and cold, with snow falling down and the angry wind cutting like a knife across the skin. The simple melody of Chilled to the Bone was playing in my mind on the way to the library, and I couldn't help but move my fingers with it. Even the Protectors looked miserable today, patiently following me through the blizzard, ice crystals in their hair.

But not me. I felt electrified. Ready.

Tanya was waiting for me in the same room we were in yesterday. There were three objects on the table in front of her: a photo of Zero, a simple wristwatch and an old ballpoint pen.

'What's this?'

'Good morning to you too, Matt.'

'Oh yeah. Hi.'

She looked down.

'These things will help me find him.'

I sat down, curious.

'Really? Are we going to have a seance?'

She rolled her eyes.