“Below? There is another level.”
He nodded vigorously. “Yes, you are at the second to last though. There is only one more basement and that’s where I work.”
“What is there?”
She jumped, not having heard Colin come up behind her. She slid her hand into her pocket. The slim volume was still there, though the leather felt slick against her sweating palm. Columba, the cursed Robert Brude, Colin Clark, and Meghan Taylor. How many others had walked that path? How many had read this slim volume? She suspected that the answer to both questions was, “very few.” She kept her hand there as casually as she could to make sure it was covered.
“There are the registers of births, marriages, and deaths.” He looked at Meghan, turned beet red and returned his inspection to his feet. So that was how he kn
