feathertails, but we can’t seem to find that tome.” He scratches his forehead. Mom looks at me with expectation, as though to ask me without actually asking. “I don’t believe he finished his research on that particular historical event before he died, Colonel Aetos. I couldn’t even tell you where his notes are.” The words are as true as I can make them. I know exactly where his notes are—in the one location he spent the majority of his after-hours time. But there’s something about Tairn’s warning that makes me simply unable to tell them.
