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His pulse hiccupped “Dry Creek, Nebraska?” Blasting out of his co It was quite another to do that back hoossip concerning the Laytons Everyone and hisnotes

“Yeah, there's an artist colony there I was going to paint until ers fell off, but it doesn't look like I'll be able to go I' they'll refund the money I've already paid”

He'd no uilt twisted him “That's…that's too bad,” he stuttered

Josie rolled over in his ar that there was soer down the scar on his cheek he'd gotten that suone treasure hunting together”

His entire body tensed “What are you talking about?” The blood iced in his veins

He should have known Treasure hunters had been after the Layton family treasure, Rebecca's Bounty, for decades They wouldn't think twice about using anywith the one fa for it God knows etting a look at Rebecca's diary or other family relics

“Were you waiting forme?”

Josie sat up, the sheet falling to her narroaist “What in the hell are you talking about?”

Despite the te to her pendulous breasts

“The treasure” Gold, jewels and who knehat else buried soend Lost his belief in happy endings while searching for it the suer tag-teaht until he could barely breathe

“You are cos that had wrapped so tightly around him “God, why do I always attract the weirdoes?”

He refused to let her off that easy “Don't try to distract and discredit Who hired you?” Uncle Harlan was his first suspect, but there were others

“That's it Have a nice life” She jumped off the bed and made a beeline for her clothes

How could he have been so wrong about her? Usually his instincts were pretty good, but so about Josie had fucked-up his compass as badly as if it had been placed on a slab of iron

Now dressed, Josie storabbed her backpack The zipper must have been open because its contents spilled out onto the chair and scattered on floor Her shoulders shook as if she was trying not to cry