The phone rang as soon as Violet got into her office. She tossed her canvas bag into a corner and grabbed the cordless handset. “Hello?”

“Vi?” her sister’s voice crackled, she was probably on her cell at a dig.

“Rosie! Where are you, what are you doing?”

“Crete, Minoan excavation.” Her sister sounded… wrong. “Did you get the package I sent?” Violet looked around, there was a carton under her desk, from Crete.

“Looks like I did this morning. Why, what’s up?” She was low on the Greek museum’s totem pole, just moved to Athens from Los Angeles with her archeologist sister.

“It’s Pandora’s Box, Vi.” Violet laughed, “I’m serious.” She sounded serious.

“Don’t be silly, Rosie, there’s no such thing.”

“No, there is such thing. That’s it. The box and the key, right there in your office. I found the key in Turkey last summer, the box last week here, in Crete.”

“Stop it, Rose. You need it dated?”

“It’s true. You’ll believe me once you hear it.” She murmured ominously before hanging up.