5
WE WENT home no wiser than we had come, and with an increasing feeling of dread. None of us said so, but we all knew: this was not going to be solved quickly. Not today, not tomorrow, maybe not even within a week.
In the hall of my apartment, I found the reason for Ezhya’s guards’ foray outside the apartment this morning: several boxes of odd electronic equipment that looked to have been bought at the second hand stalls at the markets.
Someone had been unpacking the supplies. Rolls of wire spilled onto the ground, and there was half of the casing of what looked like an old hub transmitter, as well as a couple of circuit boards and plugs and a screen.
The guards themselves were in the hub room, huddled around the rest of this strange collection of electronics.
Devlin stood outside th
