The man at the computer raised one shoulder. “They change with the times. You don’t expect them to be chipping stuff out of stone—do you?”
That was more like what she’d expected. But she had to assume Zabastian knew what he was doing—with some borrowed expertise from Luke.
When he moved the cursor to that location and clicked, a blank e-mail message appeared.
“Ah ha!”
He began to type rapidly. The words seemed to be in the same language that had appeared on the Web site. Somehow the keyboard was magically producing the strange symbols.
“What are you saying?”
He kept his focus on the screen and the keyboard. “That I have the box. And I will await instructions from the Master of the Moon.”
He pressed “Send,” and she waited to see what would happen. Only a few seconds later, a message came back.
Again, the words were unintelligible to Olivia.
But Luke translated. “We are grateful that you have recovered our property.”
He typed back a message, translating as his fingers flashed across the keyboard. “I am at your service.”
“Ask them how the box got to Peterbalm Associates,” Olivia said.