Seeing her, my face paled. How long had she been waiting? Obviously she knew about the staircase, or she would have followed me down to investigate. My thoughts turned from her knowledge to any possible excuses I could use- i wasn’t about to let her rat me out. Who knew what they’d do to me when they found out? Before anything good came to mind, she spoke:

“How’s it going? Find anything interesting?” her face was a mixture of emotions, ranging from curious to calculating. I’d give anything to know what she was thinking. Did the curiosity stem because she needed to know how to cover it up, or what to tell her boss?

Then another thought occurred to me- maybe she really didn’t know. What if they didn’t tell her about it or what was down there? Could this give me an edge? Obviously it wouldn’t be much of one, since I didn’t know much about who was done there either, but it was a start.

“Well… you could say that.”