“Archie?” Henry asked from far away. “Should we be looking for him?”

*   *   *

Henry was in deep discussion with Sanchez. For a moment they didn’t notice that Archie was awake. Archie tried to overhear what the two men were talking about, but their voices were hushed and urgent and Archie’s senses were blurred by drugs. The plastic tray was gone. The sky was denser, emulsifying into dusk. The word search book was gone.

Sanchez noticed Archie first. “Look who’s up,” he said, and he and Henry both turned to Archie and headed to his bedside. Sanchez was in his FBI cap and bureau jacket, a badge on a lanyard around his neck, his weapon on his hip, and two BlackBerrys and a walkie-talkie clipped to his waistband.

“Nice costume,” Archie said. “You look like a real G-man.”

Sanchez looked down at his ensemble and grinned. “I was going to go as Hoover, but I couldn’t find a feather boa.”

Henry sat down in the plastic chair at Archie’s bedside. “Sanchez was just updating me on the manhunt,” he said. His eyebrows drew together. “Woman-hunt, whatever.”

Sanchez stood next to Henry, arms crossed over his chest. “Your girl is pretty slick at avoiding capture, but we’re working with our international partners to make it as hard as possible for her.”

Archie was still trying to piece everything together. “How’d you get to us?” he asked Sanchez and Henry.

Sanchez rocked back on his heels. “The elevator was disabled right after you got down there,” he said. “The thing was reinforced with steel, Kevlar, and bulletproof fiberglass. There was no way to get down the shaft. Leo was the one who showed us how to access the tunnel. He showed us the supply cabinet with tools to get through the door. If it hadn’t been for him, you’d probably still be thirty feet under that island.”

It appeared that Archie owed Sanchez an apology. “Sorry I thought you might be dirty,” he said.

“Never said I wasn’t,” Sanchez said. “Leo thinks I am. Carl was worried about him, his allegiances. So he got my name on a list he knew would find its way into Leo’s orbit. He wanted to see what the kid would do with it.”

“He reported it,” Archie said. “So he passed the test.”

“He reported it to you,” Sanchez said. “He was supposed to report it to Carl.”

“Maybe he couldn’t get his Ouija board to work,” Archie said. It occurred to him that it had only been three days since Carl had been murdered. It seemed like longer. “What’s the status of that investigation, anyway? Are there any suspects?”

Henry and Sanchez exchanged looks.

“What?” Archie asked.

Henry scratched his eyebrow. “It was Thor,” he said.

Archie waited for the punch line. Henry leaned back in his chair and glanced up at Sanchez.

“As in the god of thunder?” Archie asked.