Chapter 31

They had taken copious notes on what the four women had told them—having them do it separately at first, so they wouldn’t influence each other. Then they brought them together so everyone could discuss each woman’s descriptions, as compared to those of her companions.

Slowly but surely, they had come up with as complete a picture of the caverns as possible. Caverns, in the plural, because from what the women had told them it seemed that Geoffrey had a series of them, interconnected by well-warded stone doors.

“The main room is the entry point to the other caverns,” Bay said, tapping the rough map they’d made.He glanced at Felan. “Too bad you can’t transfer the images you picked up from them onto the computer.”

Felan chuckled. “Sorry, my USB port is MIA. But, if someone here is a halfway decent artist then perhaps…”

“I have a better idea. You know Don Parker, the police sketch artist?”

“Yep.” Felan grinned. “I’ll be back when I’m back and not before.”