Kapitel 35: Chapter 35: Trinket

Wisdom stands at the turn in the road and calls upon us publicly, but we consider it false and despise its adherents. - Kahlil Gibran

The trickling sound of free-flowing water fills the confines of the living room.

A fixture, circular in structure with layers of rippling rings, rains down droplets from the ceiling to the floor.

Morph plays in the steady stream, cutting through the water with his wet paw.

The air is still, too still for comfort.

At the front door, my fingers wrap around the handle, rattling the brass knob. My eyes zoom in on the electronic lockbox and keypad.

The design is sleek. Touching the device makes my fingertips tingle.

Electrical currents hum under my palm. It would be easy to change the code and open the door. Contemplating my next move, I wonder what Vlad is doing and where he is.

Unable to contain my curiosity, my mind merges with the buzzing current, reprogramming the code sequence.