“Stop daydreaming, Lattimer.”
Pete startled, coffee spilling out over the rim of his mug. “Geez, Myka.”
She cocked her head, studying him, her dark curls pulled back in a neat and tidy ponytail. Never a detail out of place with her. Never. As for him? Well, he couldn’t live like that. His gut and intuition wouldn’t let him.
“Ready to explore?” he asked. He’d been ready to start on the backlog. Especially after the trip to Cairo last month. He rubbed the scar on his arm absentmindedly. It was becoming a habit.
“Nope. Sorry not today.” She strode over to the advanced computer system and with a few clicks brought up secure footage. “You’ve got to see this.”
The first video showed a boy, about twelve years old, hair black as night, skin pale, ghostly almost. It was dusk, that time of day after the sun had disappeared; yet subtle shades of light remained. He stood in front of the Krypos sculpture at Langley. He swayed side to side, staring, hypnotized. Myka zoomed in on the boy’s face. His lips were moving as he muttered, staring, always staring.
“That’s not all,” she said, fear lacing her voice.
The next video showed an older woman. Bent over, she clawed furiously at the ground, completely naked.
“Is that at Langley?” Pete asked. “Same time of day?”
Myka nodded. “Exactly 150 feet southeast of the sculpture.”
“Between subtle shading and the absence of light lies the nuance of iqlusion,” Pete whispered. That was the first riddle of Kryptos. Everyone knew it. He shook off a chill.
“That’s not all.”
The last video showed a man, splayed out on cobbled stones, still, unmoving. Obviously dead. A close look showed he’d put a bullet in his head. Or someone had made it look like he killed himself.
“He’s right in front of the Berlin Clock,” Myka said, stating the obvious.
Pete felt the thrill of excitement that came with every supernatural investigation. “All clues to the Kryptos sculpture. The Berlin Clock. The woman digging at the exact coordinates revealed by the solved riddles. But what about this boy?”
“That’s what we need to find out. I have his address. Right outside of D.C.”