Instead, the tunnel made an abrupt, six-foot drop. It was almost identical to those in the first room, from which a stone finger helped him to choose. But this time there was only one choice. As he peered into the darkness below, he wondered what the purpose to such a drop might be. It seemed inconvenient, possibly even problematic, yet pointless. He remembered the two in the first room and again wondered what would have awaited them in the other tunnel. “What’s wrong?” Brandy had seen the concern upon his face, had recognized it for the same expression he’d worn several times before, including when he saw the still surface of the water and realized that their pursuer was still behind them. “Nothing. Just wondering.” “If there’s one thing I’ve noticed about you it’s that you don’t ‘just wonder.’” Albert looked at her, impressed, but trapped. “I don’t know. Just something odd about this drop-off.” She peered down into it.
