"That's the 1890 layout," Alex murmured, leaning in close. His shoulder brushed hers. "Look at the legend."

Alex walked further into the room, his shoes clicking softly on the concrete floor. He stopped near the table where she was working, picking up a brass paperweight in the shape of an owl. "You have a knack for finding the interesting things, Willow. It’s why I came looking for you."