Part Twelve Stuarts taps Harry’s shoulder a few times and cries out to rejuvenate him, but there is no response. Finally, he grasps his phone on the bedside table to dial 911. “Hello, what’s your emergency?” a young woman says. “My friend Harry fell in our hotel room, and he will not come to,” Stuart ...

Part Eleven A gust of wind whips through the room and opens the antique book to page thirty-five. Stuart wipes the dust particles off the top of the page and begins to read. Arthur and I found the double agent drinking a cold beer and wearing purple and gold beads around his neck like he ...

Part Ten The twinkle alarm blaring from Harry’s cell phone awakens them both. Stuart pops his head up and glances around the room. “Time to get up already?” asks Stuart, trying to untangle himself from the blankets. “Yea, it’s one o’clock already. Sorry buddy, no time for snoozing,” Harry chuckles as he wanders to the ...