Chapter 16
James didn’t have class the next night, but he went to his office anyway. The memories of the seventeenth century were ceaseless now and he wanted the distraction of work. As he put a coffee mug into the microwave on the bookcase he heard a knock on his door. I must be distracted, he thought. I didn’t hear the footsteps. Worried about who might be waiting outside, he sat back and didn’t answer. Then he caught the familiar scents, sandalwood for one, rosewater for the other.
“James? It’s Olivia. Can I come in?”
He opened the door and Olivia walked into his office waving a newspaper. Jennifer stepped in, too, shutting the door behind her.
“Have you seen this?” Olivia asked.
James shook his head. “I’m afraid to look. A present from our friend Mr. Hempel?”
“I wouldn’t call it
