CHAPTER 67

CAELUM

I set down the cup of tea in front of Rubin and lay the

biscuits next to the papers. The number of faces printed on them including the

contact information, map of places and possible locations littering the top of

the desk makes it impossible to see the wood beneath, as though we have

resigned on doing a collage of investigations.

Rubin sighs for the nth time as she put her feet down on the

carpet. She reaches for her cup of tea and smiled pouring some milk and

tentatively stirring it with her spoon, her eyes glazed. “Thank you,” she

murmured but I only nodded back,...