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Doubt niggled at Saht the company line and always expected the worst What if he hadn't been wrong about Josie? What if she didn't know anything about Rebecca's Bounty? He didn't have any proof, just natural-born suspicion Fuck He couldn't leave it like this

“Let me help”

“Stop” Her order cut through the rooathered up a small book, cards and an extra pair of shoes and shoved the

Without another word, she stormed out of the hotel room and out of his life

He sluainst a giant When had he become such a prick? He couldn't blame a failed treasure hunt for that

An i out from those familiar hazel eyes flashed in Sam's mind and bile rose in his throat The ilant The more orderly his life, the less Michael haunted him, so Sam had worked hard to create a life of black and white with no colors in between Being with Josie and her riot of hues had jostled the memories loose

Sam shifted in the chair and paper crackled underneath hie

Charcoal landscape sketches filled the page A natural rock bridge Stubby sagebrush trees barely hanging on to a stone ledge with the expansive prairie pouring out into the distance A rocky forli out from behind A small inscription had been scrawled in the corner

There is a beauty to this hard land ive you this Rebecca, 1865

It took ato hit him

“Holy shit”

Rumors had circulated for years about a treasureWhile plenty of fakes had turned up, the real one re in the quality, the discoloration, the unique script that at first glance s He wouldn't know for sure until he got back home to compare it with other docus of the fabled treasure map for Rebecca's Bounty

How the hell did Josie get it? His uncle had lost the diary in a poker o

The contents of his stomach curdled The s thing had been a setup

Josie hadn't been interested in him No She wanted a Layton to puht into the trap—until he'd called her out People had been searching for his great-great-great-great-grandmother's treasure since before his father had been born