Dr Eris sneezed, then cursed. She was down in the bowels of the asylum. It was dusty, dirty and dark. All her increasingly foul mood needed now was the bulb to blow.
But still, needs must. Besides, she had come prepared with a torch. She was determined this would be her only trip down to the basement.
She hoped Genevieve was right. For a petite older woman, she couldn’t half knock back the booze and she’d had no trouble demolishing three courses. Claire hoped the long and expensive evening she’d suffered would pay dividends.
She let out a long sigh and pulled out another deep drawer rammed full of bulging files stuffed with yellowing paper. Starting to root through them, she brushed off thick, sticky cobwebs.
She sneezed again.
This better be worth it.