There’s Something Wrong with the Third Floor

Six months later. Maya stands in the gallery, surrounded by her latest restoration project. A series of paintings recovered from […]

Lou Webb is sixty-seven years old. He’s lying in a hospital bed in his home, surrounded by photos of grandchildren

“Soul to soul, blood to blood.” Maya’s voice is steady even though her hands are shaking. The protection circle glows

Maya spends the first of their last two days memorizing Julian. The way his form flickers when he’s anxious. The

The Ashford estate is massive. Forty rooms. Marble floors. Art worth millions on the walls. And in the east wing,

Maya gathers the team within an hour. Detective Webb. Dr. Vance. Father Thomas. Mrs. Kowalski is there too, released from

Dr. Vance calls at 2 AM. Maya answers on the first ring. “What’s wrong?” “I found something. In Theodore’s journal.

Maya wakes to smoke. Thick. Acrid. Filling her hotel room faster than should be possible. She lurches out of bed,

Maya spends the next three days preparing. She tells Julian she’s researching the ritual. Looking for a way around the

Dr. Vance’s office is buried three floors beneath the University of Washington’s anthropology building. No windows. No natural light. Just