Fenwick had cleared the table before dawn.
When she stepped through the doorway, she stopped without meaning to.
The cramped study looked nothing like it had during her previous visit. The mountain of loose papers had disappeared. Ink bottles had been pushed neatly to one side. Even the stacks of books lining the walls seemed more orderly, as though the entire room had been prepared for a single purpose.
At the center of the table lay eight sheets of parchment.
Each one had been placed in a straight line from left to right. Small smooth stones held down the corners to keep them perfectly flat. She recognized the stones immediately. They had once been part of the old doorstop sitting near the entrance.
Fenwick had dismantled it simply to keep the pages from shifting.
Nothing about the arrangement looked accidental.
