Chapter Fifteen
Fifteen
“Shit,” Harry said. He studied the empty shelf inside the vault, more shaken than he wanted to admit. “This is not good.”
“No.” Angela folded her arms. “It’s not. When was the last time you checked on the weapons?”
“It’s been a while,” Harry admitted.
The large vault had been built into the basement of the big house. He had supervised the construction himself. It had been designed to store the artifacts and memorabilia that the family had collected over the decades, and it was crammed.
A lot of the objects on the shelves—from vintage government-issue coffee mugs, typewriters, and pencil holders to clunky-looking office equipment and furniture—had been collected over the years in the wake of the shutdown of Bluestone.
All of it had absorbed a paranormal vibe, the result of having spent time in one of the long-forgotten labs.
“A year ago when Luke said he was ready to start taking control of the company I brought him down here and showed him the weapons,” Harry said. “I also reminded him of the story of Pandora’s box and the importance of the old pact.”
“I remember,” Angela said. “You said he took it all very seriously.”
Harry rubbed his jaw, thinking. “Dad and Tobias Harper never really believed the crystals were destroyed in the Fogg Lake explosion. They were both convinced that in the chaos afterward someone grabbed the box and vanished with it.”
“There are no accurate records of who made it out of the lab alive that day and who died, at least none that we know about. The government did everything it could to bury the Bluestone Project.” Angela turned and walked briskly out of the vault.
“We must call Luke and the Harper woman. They need to know that this thing has taken another nasty turn.”
Harry followed her. “The Harper woman’s name is Sophy.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“Thought so.”
Once outside of the vault Harry reset the security system and then shook his head. “Hard to believe someone got past this lock. It’s the latest tech out of the Wells, Inc. lab.”
“I understand the Harpers are good with locks,” Angela said coldly.
Harry grunted. “I know.”