|
|
|
|
|
|
|
do much more than respond with a couple of cursory grunts. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
I went to the room, desposited the ice on the dresser and quickly slipped back up to the opposite end of the complex. This time I didn't even bother to knock. I just unlocked Kelto's door and went in. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Another surprise. The room was immaculate. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
But there, right in the middle of his dresser, just like the one sitting on the small shrine in the old woman's house was a sarcophagus of Sate. The old woman's description came back to me"Ancient of Ancients." I picked it up and confirmed my darkest suspicions; it was an exact replica of the one in the house on the hill. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The pieces suddenly tumbled into place. The statues owned by the old woman and Kelto and the beast lying on the chopping block in the back of Palmer's market were all one in the same. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
I returned the passkey with the feeble excuse that it must have been left in the room by the cleaning lady, and I went back to my room with the express purpose of calling Lucy. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
B.C. arrived with the sandwiches, and we spread the three-by-fives out on my bed while we ate. Somehow the whole thing seemed anticlimactic and yet, deep down, I was getting a gut-wrenching signal that the |
|
|
|
|
|