She straightened as he closed the phone. "Well?"
"He can get them out without a problem, but the artifacts are confiscated and there's nothing he can do about that. If you guys go digging down there again, they're going to execute you."
"You're joking."
"Not really. The authorities are extremely hot over this."
"But we had the right permits."
Ash held the closed phone against his chin. "According to them you didn't and they were one step away from issuing a warrant out for you because you took part of their national heritage out of their country without permission."
"What I have isn't Greek, it's Atlantean."
"The diary is Greek and they're not stupid. Even if it was Atlantean, they'd claim it since it came out of the Aegean which is their territory."
Tory hung her head in her hands. "I can't believe this. I was going to hand it over to them once I got a translation for it—I always give them whatever we find . . . just not necessarily as soon as we find it."
"Well Gus can get it smoothed over. Your guys'll be out of jail shortly and it would probably be in your best interest if you get that book back to the Greek government before they reconsider their decision and issue a warrant for you."
She looked at him. "Thank you for all your help, Ash. Really. Thank you. I don't know what we'd have done had you not heard about this and been here."
"I would say no problem but actually it is, so please don't do this again. Calling in favors is something I try really hard not to do. It usually bites me on my ass somehow."
Tory gave him a wan smile, knowing that she'd put him in a bad position. "Tell me what I can do to make this up to you?"
"Just stay out of trouble."
"I plan to." She growled before she pushed herself away from her desk. "Okay, enough pity party, I—" Her words were interrupted by her cell phone ringing. "I'm holding that thought." She picked up the phone. "Yes? No, I'm not at home. Yes, please dispatch the police. I'm on my way."
Ash frowned. "What's wrong?"
"That's the alarm company. There was a three-alarm burglary at my house." She grabbed her purse and keys.
"I'll drive."
"What?"
"You're too rattled to drive and you don't need to go alone to confront burglars. I'll go with you."
Tory was so grateful to him just then. She handed him her keys and followed as he led the way out of the building to the parking lot where she'd left her Mustang.
"What a day . . ." she breathed as she buckled herself in. "No, what a crappy week. I'm almost afraid to get up tomorrow."
Ash started the engine. "I know, first you met me—perish the thought—then your team got attacked. Now your house. Where's a hammer when you really need one?"
She smiled in spite of herself.
"It'll be all right," he said reassuringly.
She hoped so. But in the back of her mind, she was telling herself that it was a false alarm. That there was nothing bad at her house.
Please don't let there be anything bad at my house. She couldn't stand the thought of a stranger touching her things. Of her life being scrambled.
The moment Acheron parked out front, she knew better. Her front door was wide open and there was no sign of the police. She started to open the car door, but Ash stopped her.
"Wait for the police."
"Why?"
"You don't want to contaminate any evidence before they get here."
He was right, but she hated it.
It was another fifteen minutes before the police arrived. They went in first and then motioned to let them know it was safe.
Tory felt her tears starting even before she entered the living room. Her entire house had been ransacked. "Oh my God . . ." The OCD in her was horrified by what had been done. Everything was out of order.
The police, a man and woman officer, looked at her sympathetically. "We'll need a list of everything that's missing."
Tory barely understood what they were saying. Covering her mouth with her hand, she stared at pictures of her parents and family that had been thrown on the ground. Her drawers had been opened and their contents dumped all over her floor. She hadn't seen this much damage since she'd helped friends clean up after Katrina. "I can't believe one human being could do this to another."
Suddenly Ash was there, holding her against his chest. "It's all right, Soteria. Just breathe."
She held on to him, grateful he was with her. Grateful that he was holding her while her whole world was turned upside down. First Nikolas's attack, then her team arrested and their equipment confiscated, now this . . .
The female officer frowned as she scanned the damage. "Is it just me or does it look like they were searching for something?"
Tory pulled back at her question. "What do you mean?"