A lingering scent

***Daphne POV ****

I lay in our bedroom floor with the offical documents outline maps of the catacombs and then the ones Fr Colm had provided. I had spent hours pain stakingly transferring the supernatural catacombs onto tracing paper to see if I could line them up anywhere with the known catacombs. Eventually I felt the answer was somewhere along the Vie Appain as some of the tunnels to the left were merely blurred squiggly lines in the offical map meaning perhaps the human who drew this suspected there were more but did not include them. Max had gone alone to see if he could scot out an obscured entrance to the underground and the beep on my mobile phone had just confirmed he had. I put a rough ring on the map where from Max's description as to where I felt he was and was content that we were now moving forward. My phone rang and smirking to myself I picked it up.

"Well if it isn't the Kings peasant brother." I teased. There was a silence on the other end

"Ah hi Daphne it's Lucind