CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Bolt stuck his hand into the vault and felt along its interior, hoping that his eyes might be playing tricks on him or that there might be a secret compartment he was unaware of. But the walls, floor, and ceiling of the vault were completely smooth. They were even slightly dusty as if this vault had not been opened or used in quite some time.
“Oh, come on,” said Shade. “It can’t be that empty, can it?”
“Looks like it can,” said Bolt, pulling his hand out of the vault and staring into it glumly. “We went through all of this for nothing.”
“Do you think that Sasha could possibly have it with her downstairs?” said Shade, glancing at the floor. “Maybe she got too lazy to put it away and it’s still in her work suitcase downstairs.”
Bolt slapped his face. “We don’t have time
