CHAPTER 49
Jeff and Shelley rode down to Level Five in silence.
The roving bowling ball didn’t put in an appearance.
In the other silo Level Five was the weapons training level. Jeff didn’t know what he’d expected when the cage rattled to a halt here in her private missile-home, but this wasn’t it.
They were five stories down, over a hundred feet below the rolling wheat fields. He looked around and breathed it in like fresh air.
The entire space was done with an elegance that matched his own Manhattan apartment. Granted with a different taste, but nonetheless exquisite. In contrast to the last few days, it was so normal that he could almost pretend the rest of it hadn’t happened.
A fairy princess four-poster bed, right down to diaphanous sheer curtains. A curved bookcase, actually cu
