“Did you happen to notice if Eloisa Swan was carrying anything when she came out of the maze?”

“I think she had a broomstick and I seem to recall that she had a small leather backpack, too. I wasn’t paying much attention to her or Gwendolyn. I was looking for you. Why?”

“When Spode locked me inside the lab I saw Eloisa holding what looked like a black, leather-bound logbook. I didn’t notice it later when we escaped but I wasn’t thinking clearly because I had just shut down Vortex and I knew I was going to crash. There was a lot going on.”

“I noticed.”

“Gwendolyn mentioned that she and Eloisa had two of Aurora Winston’s logbooks.”

Harlan’s expression was utterly neutral but his eyes got cold. “Two logbooks?”

“I think so, yes.”

“That is probably not good news.”

“Probably not.” Olivia set the empty mug on the table, swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood. “But before you start worrying about it, I need a shower. And then I need food.”

Harlan got to his feet. “I’m not a great cook, but I can do a few things with eggs. I’ll have breakfast waiting when you get out of the shower.”

She smiled. “That sounds lovely.”

She started into the bathroom but stopped when she saw the vintage camera sitting on the table. She changed course and crossed the room. Tentatively she touched the camera.

The familiar vibe was still there. She would always recognize it. But the obsessive need to keep it close and discover its secrets had faded. She had done what needed to be done. Rest in peace, Grandma. Rest in peace, Mom. Love you both. I won’t ever forget you. You’ll always be a part of me.

“Olivia?” Harlan said quietly.

“I’m all right.” She went into the bathroom and partially closed the door. She looked at him through the narrowed opening. “Thanks to you.”

“We were a team. A damn good one.”

“Yes, we were.” She paused. “Are we talking past tense?”

“That depends on you.”

“I thought I made it clear you’re the man I’ve been waiting for.”

“That was hours ago when you were crashing. There was a lot of hot energy in the atmosphere. You had been through a traumatic experience. I thought you might need time to think.”

“About what?”

“It’s one thing to want justice for your mother. It’s something else entirely to see a man killed in front of you.”

“You didn’t kill Spode.”

“I know what my talent can do, Olivia. I used it to drive Spode over the edge.”

“He was already over the edge. You’re a powerful talent, and you’ve done some serious monster-hunting, but just because you can think like the monsters doesn’t mean you are one.”

“You’re sure?”