Previously, in BLACK DOOR: There's activity at the theater. The White One has come through from the other side to mystify and confuse the team…

They'd just finished watching the helmet video. The White One had appeared, strutted, spoken in riddles, and retired into a flare of orange sparks. Garrett killed the video file he'd slung onto the big monitor and sat back in his chair.

Interesting how fast things changed. The last time he'd briefed in this very room it had been bare except for four folding chairs. Now it was a full-on conference room seating ten men, Fiona Street, and the engineer Barbara Eglemann, with a few seats left over around the long table. The monitor hung from one long wall had to be sixty inches at least, and the coffee f...

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