Page 70 of The Last Morgan
Lucy hesitated, her hand trembling slightly before she twisted the knob.
The room smelled like lavender and fresh linen.
Moonlight streamed in through the big windows.
Nothing looked out of place.
Everything looked normal.
Barnaby stepped inside first, his device held out like a shield.
"Where exactly?" Byron asked, eyes narrowing.
Barnaby frowned, sweeping the device back and forth.
The closer he got to Lucy’s jewelry stand, the more it beeped.
"It’s in here somewhere," Barnaby said.
He carefully opened the velvet-lined drawer.
Rings. Bracelets. Earrings.
Nothing special.
Except—
The necklace.
Lucy's fingers brushed against it almost without thinking — the thick silver chain, the old, beautiful cross that had belonged to her mother.
The scanner howled.
Barnaby went still.
Everyone froze.
Lucy stared down at the necklace, her mind suddenly screaming.
Memories crashed over her, her father whispering to her mother,
"Keep it close. Always."
Her mother tucked it under her blouse like it was sacred.
Barnaby stepped closer.
"Lucy..." he said quietly.
"I think that's it."
Lucy swallowed hard.
Corey stepped closer, frowning.
"What the fuck is hidden inside that thing?" he muttered. Barnaby shook his head slowly. "I don’t know yet, but it’s not just jewelry, that thing’s emitting a dormant signal. Old tech — old security tech. Really old."
Lucy curled her fingers tightly around the cross.
