“Yes. I did notice that.” Voltaire’s lips twisted as he looked down at his tunic. “And I agree that there’s a definite atmosphere here.” He sat back. “Lalia introduced Atlantis as if it were thriving down here. Yet, that seems far from the truth. However, they don’t appear to be making any attempt to return to the surface.”
“What about this weapon?” Aurora leaned forward, lowering her voice. “And the man you were chasing.”
“Ferdinand.” Voltaire nodded slowly. “Somehow, I cannot see him as having met his end at the hands, or rather tentacles, of some sea beast or other. The ship wasn’t so severely damaged. Almost as if—”
A loud rap at the door startled Aurora and she jumped to her feet. Voltaire held up his hand and strode quickly across the room.