“That explains the recognition on his face when I showed him the picture.”
“He must have known.” Hugh slapped the journal closed. “He must have known he was going to die. Why else would he send me to you after keeping us apart?”
“Hugh, maybe there is no journal. Maybe that was the only way he knew you’d come see me.”
Hugh shook his head. “I don’t believe it. He wouldn’t have—”
His words abruptly stopped when the overhead lights flickered off, thrusting my unit and the hallways into darkness.
“What just happened?” he asked, reaching for me and pulling me closer.
“They must have lost power,” I said. “I think I saw a flashlight in one of the boxes.”
“You wait here,” he said, stepping out into the hallway. “I’m going to go see if the attendant has a flashlight.”
“It won’t matter if he does,” I said with a sigh. “He had to buzz us in. The door is electric. I think they have a contingency set up if this were to happen. It triggers the manual locks to engage. We’re stuck in here.”
