They crawled through the dark attic to where a faint light came up through a small hole in the floor. The girl’s face loomed in the grayish glow. She jabbed one finger at it. He put his eye to the hole and peered into the room below.
   The man he had given the envelope to sat at a computer, reading a manual. The manual must be what I delivered to him, Otero thought. He remembered the dire warnings that couriers could not know what they carried. Angel had told him, "Some people would never let you leave if you knew."
   The monitor displayed a drawing. Oddly, it looked familiar. Looking up, he mouthed, "Computer," at the girl. His face expressed, "So what?"
   She pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket and watched him closely as she spread it open above the faint light to show a drawing like the one on the computer.
   Returning to the bell tower, he studied the drawing in the light and remembered where he had seen it before: in an old magazine in his father's library.
   The girl watched his face. "You've seen that?"
   "Yeah. But what is it?"
   "A map. We have to go there."
   "We? Me? Why me?"
   She sighed. "No one in Vona can help me."
   No. He opened his mouth to refuse, but her pleading expression, set in soft, feminine features, said his life had just changed. "A map of what?" he grinned, "And who are you, anyway?"