“No, but that sounded good when they said it on Star Trek. Honestly, I can’t explain it. But I know it does happen. Either this tunnel has somehow vanished in the living world, which explains why it hasn’t been found, or it does exist, but is under some kind of demonic influence.”

“Which would explain how Dantalian, a noncorporeal demon, could open a drawer and drop off the amulet.”

“Right. I think.”

“Works for me. And speaking of hiding places, here’s the first room.”

I cast a light-ball inside. The room was crammed with stuff—the kind of stuff someone must have considered worth hiding, but was now garage-sale reject trash—moldering carpets, rotted wooden furniture, mildewed paintings, and more.

“Got four words for the Glamis family,” I murmured. “‘ Climate-controlled storage units.’ So now what? Search for the Nix or the amulet?”

“Let’s keep going.”

In less than a mile of tunnel, we hit two more jam-packed rooms. Fourteen miles to go. Shit. No wonder Dantalian didn’t remember where he’d put the amulet.

All these rooms were filled with furnishings. Knowing we were hot on her trail, the Nix must have raced past these, looking for more amulet-friendly storage. But if you want to hide jewelry, is it better to put it in a room filled with other treasures? Or stuff it in a desk drawer?

When I mentioned this to Trsiel, he agreed that the amulet might very well be in one of these home-decor-packed rooms. Since we knew the Nix would be moving forward, there was no harm in me lagging behind to search for the amulet. So I started to look while Trsiel took off in search of the Nix.

Dantalian said he’d put the amulet in a drawer. That gave me a place to start. With the stuff crammed in so tight, some drawers had no room to open, and others were stuck shut by swollen wood or rusted hardware. I gave each one a tug, but the moment they resisted, I didn’t waste time yanking, just used my Aspicio powers to look inside.

With both the light-ball spell and the X-ray vision to help, I whipped through the first room in about ten minutes. The only drawer that wasn’t empty held only the crumpled remains of papers. Probably ancient letters detailing some illicit royal affair, or the deed to some misappropriated property, now lost to history forever.

I was in the fourth room when I peered into a stuck drawer and finally saw a glitter of silver. I tried to get a better look, but the angle was wrong, and all I could see was what looked like a length of chain. I tugged on the drawer, but it wouldn’t budge. Bracing both feet against the front of the chest, I grabbed the drawer handle, then yanked as hard as I could…and fell flat on my back, holding the broken handle.