April put her bound palms in the air. “Why are you doing this?” she asked. “I’m completely innocent.”

Prichard frowned. “You know too much to be innocent.”

Too much? Clearly Prichard believed she knew more than she actually did. She decided to play along to see if she could get some information out of him. “They forced me to cooperate,” she said. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

Prichard’s eyes widened as if he hadn’t expected a confession. “The Orphans will do anything to get their hands on that Gutenberg.”

The Orphans. Why did he keep mentioning them? Hadn’t they disappeared over five hundred years ago? She was trying to recall everything she had read about them, when suddenly she saw a figure standing outside the window.

Prichard followed her eyes and swiveled his head to the left just as the passenger-side glass exploded in his face. There was the loud crack of bone snapping as the tip of a policeman’s billy club hit him in the face. An arm reached in through the smashed glass and opened the door. Prichard’s body slumped out, and Officer Norman Briggs leaned in. He held out his hand to April. “Are you all right?” he asked.

April reached for Norman’s strong hand. “I’ve never been worse,” she said. “But it’s good to see you.”

Norman pulled her over the seat, and the two of them exited the SUV. People were milling about. The undulating din of police sirens could be heard approaching from behind them. Though Norman was advanced in years, he was spry and strong. He pulled her in the direction of his waiting car and freed her wrists.

“I didn’t think you believed me,” April said.

“Honestly, I didn’t know what to think,” Norman said. “But the whole thing felt out of whack. So I followed you and made a call over to a friend of mine at the FBI. Asked him if he knew anything about bringing in someone from the library for questioning.”

“And?”

“He had nothing on record. Which means that either these guys aren’t FBI, or they’re acting independently. Either way, it’s bad news.”

“We need to go back to the library to see Dr. Winter. I have a few questions for him.”

“Can you trust him?” Norman asked.

“We’ll have to take that chance,” April said, throwing herself onto the front seat and slamming the door. “He may be the only person who has information about the Orphans.”

“The Orphans?” Norman asked. “Weren’t those the kids Peter Pan used to hang out with?”

“No. That was the Lost Boys.”

“Oh. Why did I think it was the Orphans?”

“The Orphans were a secret society formed after the martyrdom of a man named John Huss,” April said. “Not Peter Pan.”