removal of Daedalus’s treasure from Thera, wouldn’t it go faster and much more smoothly if those moving the gold couldn’t get lost?”
Drake thought about it, then nodded reluctantly. “I guess. If they were really abandoning it.”
“Half of it had already collapsed,” Henriksen reminded him. “They wanted to move the gold to the fourth labyrinth, as Daedalus had done at least twice before.”
“It’s all about the gold with you, isn’t it?” Drake asked.
Henriksen smiled. “There are other treasures, but as far as motivations go, gold has its appeal.”
Drake knew he was supposed to hate the man, so he turned away before he let himself smile. Henriksen had a point. He had been motivated by gold plenty of times in his own life. This time, he had other interests: saving Sully’s life and getting vengeance for Jada’s father. The thought made the smile die on his lips.
“How do we choose a path?” Olivia asked. “I don’t think splitting up is a good idea.”
“Why not?” Jada asked. “There are plenty of us.”
Corelli snorted derisively. “Maybe because we’re not the only ones down here.”
Nobody acknowledged the comment. The mercenaries were already wary—they were paid to be—and Drake didn’t need reminding. He went over to the doorways into the two passages and studied them with his light. Runnels had been carved in the cave floor over time by rainwater from heavy storms searching for somewhere to drain. But in both of the doorways he saw that gutters had been cut into either side of the sloping passages. More of the runnels seemed to go to the left-hand passage, but that seemed like it must be a natural phenomenon. Still, the different levels of wear had him searching his mind. The water erosion triggered a thought.
Drake slipped off his pack and pulled out a sports bottle full of water. He uncapped it, went to the entrance of the left passage, and knelt to pour a few ounces across the threshold there. Jada had followed, giving him the benefit of her flashlight.
“What the hell are you doing?” Corelli asked.
“Thinking,” Drake replied. “Try it sometime.”
He went to the right-hand passage and repeated the process, nodding as he saw the water running into tiny cracks and pooling into depressions as it trickled down the slope into the tunnel.
“This way,” he said, standing and going back to stow the water and slip his pack back on.
“What was that?” Henriksen asked. “Are you Tonto now?”
“If they had so much gold then they had to mark the path for workers to carry it all out of the labyrinth on Thera, there was a hell of a lot of traffic going in and out of here at one point,” Drake explained. He pointed to the right-hand passage. “There’s a hell of a lot more wear on that side and hardly any erosion on the left. Not a lot of foot traffic that direction.”
Henriksen considered that but looked unsure.
Drake shrugged. “Do what you want. Sully’s here somewhere. Jada and I are going to find him.”
He glanced at her to make sure he had the right to speak for her, but she already was following. She had put her hair up in a ponytail, magenta on black, and without it veiling her features, her face had a soft vulnerability that was deceiving. But when she met his gaze, he saw the familiar determination in her eyes and knew there was no turning back for either of them.
As if there ever could have been, he thought.
“The man makes sense,” Perkins said.
Henriksen glanced over at the mercenaries, who had spread out, some of them still investigating the cave while others were on alert for any sign of approach.
“The logic is solid, Mr. Henriksen,” Perkins continued. “I can’t say we’re going to be able to determine which path is correct at each turn in the labyrinth, but right now, I advise we take the tunnel on the right.”
Henriksen glanced at Olivia, but her face was an unreadable mask.
“Right it is,” he said. “But everyone be on guard. The protectors know these corridors intimately. And I have no doubt they have doors we’ll never see. Perkins, make sure someone is covering the rear.”
“Yes, sir,” Perkins said, gesturing for two of his people to guard their flank.
But that was the problem in a labyrinth full of hidden chambers and secret passages. It was impossible to know where an attack would be coming from. Anything could be hiding in the shadows.
21
They set off down the sloping tunnel in twos, as before,