My eyes grew heavy, too. I blinked several times, willing myself to stay awake.

“Sadie...” I heard a voice call. I opened my eyes, startled. We were still in the annex. I had drifted off in spite of myself. I did not know how much time had passed. Saul slept beside me, mouth agape. “Sadie!” a voice called again, more sharply now. My eyes snapped open. Krys stood at the entrance to the annex, face panicked. For a second, I was confused. It was still the middle of the night.

“What are you doing back so soon?” I asked Krys.

“I was able to arrange transit of the munitions sooner than I expected,” he replied. “Where are they?”

I sat up, trying to get my bearings. “The munitions,” he pressed. “What did you do with them?”

“We left them right beneath the grate,” I replied. “You told us there was no need to move them any farther. So we didn’t.” Beside me, Saul stirred.

Krys’ eyes widened. “They’re gone.” I leapt up and followed him from the annex, Saul closely in tow. “You must be mistaken.” Krys was unfamiliar with the sewer, I told myself. He had simply looked in the wrong place.

But as we neared the spot beneath the grate where Krys had lowered the crates to us, my stomach clenched.

The munitions Krys had entrusted us to watch were gone.

“We left them, just like you said,” I offered.

“You told us that there was no need to stand guard,” Saul added, his voice defensive.

“Perhaps someone else moved them,” Krys suggested desperately.

I shook my head. “It is only us, and Saul’s father.”

“He would never have the strength,” Saul added. “Perhaps one of your men came.”

“None were available. That’s why I’m here myself.” We looked at one another with a growing sense of dread. We didn’t have the munitions, nor did Krys. Which left us with only one terrifying possibility.

Someone else had come into the sewer and taken them.

“Go back to your hiding place,” Krys ordered.

“We have no hiding place.” Only the chamber, just steps from where the munitions had been taken.

“Go back,” Krys repeated, seeming not to hear me. “Don’t leave, no matter what, even to go to the grate. I will go find the munitions.” He sprinted off, footsteps echoing off the tunnel walls as he ran.

After he disappeared, Saul and I stood in stunned silence for several seconds. “Someone was here.”

“That doesn’t mean they know about the chamber or where it is,” Saul offered. “That doesn’t mean they know about us.” The words were of little comfort. Someone else had been in the sewer. That alone was enough.

“Krys will take care of things,” he said, surprising me. Saul did not trust non-Jews, and the fact that he was counting on Krys to protect us seemed the most ominous sign of all. “Try not to think about it anymore. We’ve got a wedding to plan,” he joked, trying without success to chase the worry from his eyes.