Thirteen Years Later, Two Blue Competition Badges Answered Every Question

“The lighting is much better over here,” Arthur said.

He set his heavy leather briefcase down next to a metal trash can.

The faded manila folder holding their birth records stuck out from the side pocket of the case.

The heavy brass medals clanked against the metal zippers of their cheap blue jackets.

Eli picked up the thick disc and rubbed his thumb over the university seal stamped on the front.

Owen stood perfectly straight, scanning the huge expanse of the atrium.