Monday, February 16, 2009
She follows the Undertaker’s map, traversing the catacombs with the grace of a swallow in flight. Left here, third left, second right, mind the pitfall trap… She stops at an unremarkable coffin, cracked with age and showing scraps of cloth and bone. The application of a crowbar snaps long-rusted nails to reveal the corps within, still wearing the ancient emerald necklace her great grandmother promised her. She reaches for it and a bony hand grabs her wrist..
“What trespass occurs here?” said the paper-thin voice. “What thief disturbs the tomb of Elizabeth Travin?
“I’m not a thief,” said Laura Travin. “The emerald is my birthright. Look, I’ve got the paperwork.”