THE WRENCH IN THE DARK: BOOK 3:THE FIRST FLOOR

Three months had passed since the Archive opened.

Amara Grey had almost convinced herself that the nightmare was finally over.

The Circle had fallen.

The Watchers had been exposed.

Gideon was behind bars.

Her family was together.

For the first time in years, the old garage felt like a home instead of a crime scene.

Then Adrian walked through the door.

He didn't say hello.

He didn't even take off his coat.

He simply placed a photograph on the workbench.

Amara stared at it.

Four men stood outside an old stone building.

One was Gideon.

The second was Gabriel.

The third was Elias.

And the fourth man...

Amara's breath stopped.

She had never seen him before.

But there was something familiar about his face.

Something unsettling.

Noah stepped closer.

"What's the date?"

Adrian turned the photograph over.

1952.

Beneath the date was a single sentence.

THE FIRST GREY WAS HERE.

Lena frowned.

"First Grey?"

Elias had gone completely silent.

Amara looked at him.

"Dad?"

Elias didn't answer.

Instead, he looked at the wrench lying beside the photograph.

The strange symbol carved into its metal had begun glowing again.

Mara's voice suddenly came from the doorway.

"Now you understand why I came."

Everyone turned.

Mara looked directly at Amara.

"The man in that photograph isn't the person you should be afraid of."

She pointed toward the wrench.

"You should be afraid of the door it opens."