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this morning after he called you, and I tried to find the books I remembered my dad was so fascinated by late in the summer. A couple of them I couldn’t find, but I tried to get things that seemed the most similar.”
    “What interests me the most is what I didn’t find,” she went on, turning to Drake. “One of the last things I remember my father saying about all of this was that he’d found some connection between all of what he called ‘the great alchemists’ and King Midas.”
    “Not much of a stretch,” Sully said. “Midas was supposed to be able to turn things to gold just by touching them.”
    Drake leaned forward, reaching for one of the maze drawings. “Maybe I missed something, but last I checked, Midas was just a myth.”
    Jada nodded. “Maybe. But my father always said that every legend has at least a little history at its core.”
    “What are all these?” Drake asked, holding up the maze drawing.
    She took it from his hand. “My dad had been doing tons of research, but his inquiries were split pretty evenly on two subjects. The first was alchemy. The other one was labyrinths.”
    “What’s the connection?” Drake asked.
    “We don’t know yet,” Sully said, sifting through the illustrations. “Jada dug up references this morning on some of the more famous labyrinths.”
    “Sketching helps me think,” Jada said. “Most of the ancient labyrinths only exist as ruins and foundations, but archaeologists think they’ve got some of them figured out. There are diagrams. I tried drawing them, trying to find design connections, that kind of thing.”
    “Any luck?” Drake asked.
    Jada’s expression turned contemplative. “A little,” she said, reaching for a larger book from the coffee table. “But the biggest piece of luck was right in front of me from the second we found this book in the library, and it took me until about twenty minutes ago to realize it.”

    She tapped the cover, drawing their attention to the author’s name: Maynard P. Cheney.
    “You know him?” Sully asked.
    “No,” Jada said. “But my father had been talking to the guy constantly in the last few weeks. Cheney is working on a new exhibit for the Museum of Natural History. Want to guess the subject?”
    Drake held up the labyrinth illustration in his hand and raised his eyebrows.
    “Exactly,” Jada said, nodding.
    “The museum’s only a few blocks from here,” Sully said as he stood.
    “Let’s go have a talk with Mr. Cheney,” Drake replied, setting the illustration aside.
    Jada rose, and they both turned to look at her. She seemed confused for a moment, and then her eyes flashed with anger.
    “Oh, hell no,” she said, glancing back and forth between them. “My father is dead, and this guy might help us figure out why. If you want some girl who’s going to lock the door and hide behind the sofa, then you’ve got the wrong damsel in distress.”
    Sully looked like he might argue, the thought of Jada in danger making him go pale, but one look from her and he didn’t put up an argument. Drake liked her more and more.
    As Jada opened the door and led the way into the hall, he glanced at Sully. “I guess she’s coming along.”
    Sully gave a wan smile. “You want to try to stop her?”
    Drake followed Jada out the door. “Not in the least.”

    As they walked down 81st Street, Drake hung back a ways, keeping an eye on Sully and Jada but also keenly aware of their surroundings. He checked every pedestrian and every vehicle but saw no sign that they were being followed. On the way uptown, he had considered Sully’s paranoia excessive, but now he wasn’t so sure. They had only the edges of the puzzle surrounding Luka’s murder, but if he had made some huge discovery involving alchemy, that likely meant gold. Maybe a lot of gold. And there were a great many people who would do just about anything for such treasure. He scanned the windows and rooftops but realized that it had become his turn to be