The Traveler by Golemon David L

Author:Golemon, David L. [Golemon, David L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, Adventure, Science Fiction, Historical, Fantasy, Suspense, Mystery
ISBN: 9781466861435
Goodreads: 28220571
Publisher: Thomas Dunne Books
Published: 2016-07-05T07:00:00+00:00

12

KATONAH, WESTCHESTER COUNTY, NEW YORK

The many upstairs rooms were divided into boys’ and girls’ dormitories that were appointed in richly woven carpet and had the finest built-in woodwork. Sarah and Anya could see that this was not your ordinary home for abandoned or orphaned children. The house was empty and as lonely a place as either woman could ever remember seeing before. The once childish laughter of its residents echoed in empty corridors and rooms. Not one stick of furniture was left behind and the office areas had been cleaned out of all paperwork and sent to the state offices of child welfare when the house closed its doors in 1982. With the last place they had to check being the basement, they were fast losing hope as to just what the Traveler had hidden from the Group, and for that matter, the world.

The stairs were steep and treacherous and by the looks of the gathered dust and mouse droppings, it had not had a cleaning visit in many years. The dampness was cloying in smell and in feel. Anya reached the bottom and Sarah joined her, adding both lights to the cluttered scene. There were a few boxes but it was mostly made up of stacked mattresses and old bedding that was piled everywhere.

“Boy,” Sarah said as her light picked out the shambles of the cavernous basement.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. If Moira is as smart as we all believe, she would never have left anything behind she didn’t want found.”

Anya slowly moved back to the stairs and Sarah was about to follow suit when her light briefly caught a water-worn box that had collapsed, spilling its contents. Sarah walked the few steps over and then lightly kicked at the spilled contents that were near ruin after years of water damage. She kneeled down and saw the names on the old assignment papers. She read names like Phizinberger, Rabinowitz, and Wachowski. There were more names as she scanned the old math pages. She looked up and that was when she saw the long dead incinerator. She stood and walked toward its open doors. Her light had spied something white inside.

“What is it?” Anya asked halfway up the stairs.

“Incinerator,” Sarah said as she pulled the right-side door all the way open, allowing the smell of old trash and smoke to fill her nostrils. She waved her hand in front of her face to clear the air as she leaned in.

“Hope you don’t find any bodies in there. I don’t think I could handle that in the dark.”

Sarah reached in and pulled out several pieces of half-burned paper. She shined the flashlight’s beam on the first and she almost dropped the small, half-ashen bundle to the damp floor. Sarah swallowed and then looked at the graphic charcoal art. The disturbing work had possibly been done by a young, although talented artist. Her face screwed up into a mask of horror as she studied the drawings on page after page of heavy paper.

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