The rough walls and dusty floors had not given up their secrets, if there were any. Firth sat down on a small, semi-circular platform near the painting of Saint Gregory. He’d grown tired of the search and had, once again,S become his grumpy self. It was a battle Sean was growing tired of fighting with the professor. He understood the frustration, though. There wasn’t anything to be found in the depths of the pit. At least nothing of profound clarity. Sean would have given almost anything for a simple x that marked the spot. Adriana stood close by. Her hair had been pulled back in a ponytail, revealing her smooth, thin neck. For a moment, Sean was distracted by her natural beauty and caught himself staring. When she turned her head, he quickly diverted his gaze to the wall just behind her. “What are you thinking?” Jabez interrupted from across the room. “Have you seen anything that might resemble a map?” “No,” Sean shook his head, disappointed. “Maybe we are thinking about this the wrong way.”
