become.”
He pulled her close, buried his face in her neck. And she held him. Held him tight and near her heart. A part of her wanted to tell him now how much she loved him, but she knew it wasn’t the time. That admission would come later. For now this was what he needed. To know she was here and that he wasn’t alone.
* * *
Bane’s ringtone woke Gavin and he glanced out the window as he sat up. It was daybreak. “Yes, Bane?” He nodded. “We’re on our way.”
When he clicked off the phone, he said, “Let’s get dressed. Both your team and mine are ready. Now they have two treasures to find.”
A short while later, Gavin pulled his truck to a stop in front of what Layla knew should have been the excavation site. Instead it resembled a crime scene with yellow tape marking the area. Upon hearing the sound of the truck, everyone turned their way. A blanket of snow covered the hillside and forecasters predicted even heavier snow by the weekend. They would need to work quickly.
Layla saw her students standing in a huddle. They’d probably heard what was going on and were trying to figure out how they’d slept through it all. She also saw Ms. Melody standing close to Caldwell, the man’s arms wrapped protectively around her. Nothing discreet there. If anyone hadn’t realized they were a couple before, they sure knew it now.
Roy was talking on the phone and Gavin’s teammates stood next to the digging equipment. She wondered if they’d gotten any sleep, although they looked wide-awake and ready for any action that might come their way.
She’d been so busy observing everyone that she’d failed to notice that Gavin had gotten out of the truck until he was opening the passenger door. He leaned over her to unsnap her seat belt and then effortlessly lifted her out of her seat. “Thanks,” she said, when he’d placed her on her feet.
“Don’t mention it.”
Taking her hand, he walked to where the others were standing. His grandmother left her place by Caldwell’s side and walked over to Gavin. He released his hold on Layla’s hand and pulled Ms. Melody into a big hug. Giving the two some privacy, Layla joined her students. She figured they would have a lot of questions.
After talking to her team, she returned to Gavin and his teammates. Coop explained how they’d fingered Sherman Lott as the bad guy. “After you told us about the footprint and how it was apparent more pressure was being placed on one foot than the other, we knew we were looking for someone with a leg injury or some kind of impairment and who was wearing worn shoes. When we saw Lott’s shoes and saw him rubbing his leg more than once, I got suspicious. I offered him my chair so he wouldn’t have to stand. I told him that I noticed his leg seemed to be bothering him. That’s when he said it occasionally did and was the result of a horse riding accident years ago.”
Coop then nodded for Bane to continue.
“Last night after everyone had gone to bed,” Bane said, taking up the tale. “Mac and I decided to go to Lott’s ranch and snoop around, to see if we could find the kerosene can. Imagine our surprise when we got there and saw him loading up a kerosene can onto his truck, with plans to head back over to your place to burn down the shack. We called Coop and told him to contact you and to call the sheriff. Lott was caught red-handed about to pour kerosene around the shack to torch it.”
Roy approached with an angry look on his face. “What’s wrong, Roy?” Gavin asked.
“One of the disadvantages of a small town is not having manpower when you need it,” Roy said, drawing in a deep breath. “I talked to the sheriff in Palmdale and he said it would be four to five days before their dive team could get here.”
Gavin nodded as if he wasn’t concerned with that news. “Is there any reason we can’t start digging?” he asked.
Roy frowned. “Yes, there’s a reason. This is a crime scene.”
Gavin shook his head. “Technically it’s not. Although I believe everything Lott said, until I find my mother’s body there’s no proof a crime has been committed. Besides, I’d rather be the one to find her, Roy. And those students over there are entitled to their treasure hunt.”
Roy didn’t say anything for a minute and then nodded. “Okay, but I will stay here to help and step in if any evidence is found.”
“Absolutely,” Gavin assured him.
Roy drew in a deep breath and ordered one of his deputies to remove the yellow crime scene tape.
* * *
Less than an hour later, the remains of Jamie Blake were found. And within twenty feet of where she’d been buried, a strongbox filled with gold pieces—Jesse James’s loot—was also recovered.
Deciding not to wait on the dive team from Palmdale, Flipper had jumped into Lott’s lake without any diving gear. When he hadn’t resurfaced in five minutes, Roy became worried. Gavin and his other teammates had not. They explained that although the water was icy cold and Flipper had been under longer than normal, Flipper was far from ordinary. They were proven right when a short while later Flipper resurfaced with the license plate he had removed from the car. The license plate was identified as that registered to Gavin and Jamie Blake.
The charges against Sherman Lott were changed from suspicion of murder to murder.
Layla stood at the window. It was snowing and what had begun that morning as small flakes was now huge and covering the earth in a white blanket. Four days had passed since the dig, and activities on the Silver Spurs were returning to normal. Once Gavin’s mother’s remains had been unearthed, the town’s coroner had been called and the yellow tape had been reerected. But not before Jesse James’s strongbox filled with gold bars had been uncovered.
The Silver Spurs became the focus of two big news stories—a decades-old murder and the first recorded discovery of Jesse James’s loot in the state of Missouri. No-trespassing signs had been posted when the media had converged on the ranch.
Gavin had given his one and only statement regarding the recovery of his mother’s remains. “I am glad the truth about my mother’s disappearance was discovered and I hope Sherman Lott rots in hell.”
A news conference had been held regarding the discovery of Jesse James’s loot, which was making international news. Dr. Clayburn arrived in town and tried to claim the university was associated with the dig. Layla refuted his statement since she had documentation in the form of an email from both Dr. Clayburn and the president of the university advising of her termination prior to the dig. The following day, the two men were in even more hot water when photographs surfaced of the two of them involved in illicit affairs with female students. Not surprisingly, Tammy was in many of the photographs, arriving and leaving various hotels with both men.
Layla didn’t have to guess where the photographs had come from. Apparently Donnell and some of the other students had exposed the sordid activities. Within twenty-four hours of the photographs being splashed across the front page of the Seattle Times and making the national news, the two men, along with a few other faculty members, had turned in their resignations.
Donnell, Wendy and Marsha had joined Layla at the news conference and were acknowledged for their participation on the dig. The Missouri Archaeological Society had authenticated the loot as that stolen by Jesse James from the Tinsel Bank.
Already offers of employment from numerous universities had arrived for Layla, in addition to offers of book deals and television interviews. Yesterday she’d received a call from her grandmother and one from her parents. She had been surprised when her parents told her how proud they were of her. They’d even said she’d done the right thing by following her own dream and not theirs. They invited her to spend the holidays with them in DC.
She drew in a deep breath and moved away from the window to sit on the bed she’d just left