Part 10 (1/2)

Her mother's face darkened. ”That's none of your business.”

”So why are you in my business?”

Her mother spread her arms. ”Because you don't know any better, Nia. Look at what happened in Houston ”

”Okay, I'm going to bed,” Nia said. She spun and marched down the hall, toward her bedroom.

”I'm only trying to help you!” Mama pleaded.

Nia rushed inside the room, slammed the door. She dropped onto the bed. Heart pounding, she stared at the ceiling.

She felt as though she were in high school again. This was crazy. What had she been thinking when she had accepted Mama's invitation to move back home? When she had told David that she and her mother were close, she was telling the truth. But she had gotten along much better with Mama when she had lived in Houston.

I have to get out of here, she thought. Mama is going to drive me nuts.

But where would she go? Atlanta? Charlotte? She had plenty of friends in both cities, which would help ease the transition, but what if she moved away from home and something bad happened again, like it had in Houston? Her friends couldn't save her from that. Mason's Corner was dull, but safe. She was one of the town's golden girls: everyone respected her, admired her, looked out for her. Respect, admiration, and neighborly concern were tough to come by in a big city.

One of the worst aftereffects of her stalking experience was her damaged self-confidence. She used to possess an adventurous, easygoing spirit. Not anymore. Although it had been over a year since the madman had terrorized her, he visited her when she slept, his leering face creeping into her dreams with upsetting frequency. Sometimes, she took sleeping pills in order to achieve a peaceful rest.

Considering how deeply Mr. Morgan had shaken her, it surprised her how quickly and willingly she had opened up to David. A distrust of men had kept her on guard. But David was different. He was special. No matter what Mama said about his father.

I will not let Mama ruin this for me, Nia thought. She will have to get with the Program.

Before she turned in for the night, she checked on her mother. Mama was finis.h.i.+ng a crossword puzzle.

”I invited David to dinner tomorrow,” Nia said. ”I'm cooking. I want you to meet him, Mama”

”Hmph. I'll meet him,” Mama said. ”I'll give you my opinion, too. One of us has to show some good sense in this house.”

Nia let the comment pa.s.s. She kissed her mother on the cheek and went to bed.

She slept without nightmares.

Junior had never worked so hard in his life.

For over four grueling hours, Junior and Andre plunged the shovels into the earthen wall. The dirt was hard and packed tight. At times, it was like trying to dig into concrete.

Junior had a strong, work-toughened body, but he thought his muscles would be plenty sore come tomorrow morning.

Mamu did not help them. He walked around, occasionally pointing out an area in which he wanted them to dig. Sometimes he tinkered with the equipment that lay nearby.

Mamu did not allow them to take a break for any longer than a minute or two, which was hard for Andre. Andre hardly ever worked outdoors, and he smoked all the time, so he kept breathing hard and taking a long time to lift his shovel. During one of their breaks, Andre complained that he was thirsty, and Mamu tossed them bottles of water and went back to fiddling with the equipment.

When Mamu was out of earshot, Andre leaned close to Junior.

”I bet we diggin' for treasure, cuz.”

”Huh?” Junior took measured sips of the water, knowing from past experience that drinking too quickly would give him muscle cramps. ”What kinda treasure?”

”Gold, jewels, something like that, man.” Andre nodded toward Mamu. ”Look at this operation, cuz. That cat is gonna blow a hole to get in this cave when we done diggin'. You don't go through all this trouble unless you gonna get some loot.”

”You think so?” Junior said. He turned over the idea in his mind. Gold. It made sense. No wonder Mamu could afford to pay them so much money. It was nothing for him to pay them five hundred dollars if they were gonna help him dig up a treasure chest of gold.

”I bet that Ed Mason cat buried some stuff in here.” Andre tapped the side of the cave with his shovel. ”He was rich, man. Rich folks always hiding money and s.h.i.+t.”

”Heck, you just might be right, Andre. I ain't never thought about that”

Andre winked. ”Watch and see, cuz. If we can stay around long enough, maybe we can lay our hands on somethin' when French boy ain't lookin'.”

”Gentlemen, please resume working!” Mamu said.

Andre smiled at Junior, his gold tooth glimmering. They went back to work.

Junior couldn't get Andre's idea out of his head. As he slammed the shovel into the ground, he stayed on the lookout for anything that sparkled in the dirt. It wouldn't do for him to hit gold and miss it.

After they had been digging for about another half hour, they hit a wall of solid rock.

”Yo, man!” Andre said to Mamu. ”We can't dig no more. We done hit some rock”

”Excellent!” Mamu said. He had taken off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his fancy white s.h.i.+rt. He wore a yellow hard hat, goggles, and gloves. ”Gentlemen, stand back, at least ten feet. I will begin microshaving.”

”Huh?” Andre said, but he moved away, and so did Junior.

The French guy looked liked he knew what he was doing. Using a hammer drill, he bore a hole in the rock. He stuck a long soda straw in the gap, a thin wire trailing from the tube to a small device he held in his hand. Then he stepped backward several feet and pressed a b.u.t.ton on that handheld gadget. The stones broke apart with a loud crack.

”Ain't that something,” Junior said.

”Load the crushed rocks into the buckets,” Mamu said crisply.

They did as he ordered. After they had cleared away the crumbled stones, he commanded them to stand back again. He set about drilling another hole so he could blow up more rock.

As Junior watched, he became aware of another presence nearby. He turned, looked in the darkness beyond the circle of light.

A tall, slender man, draped in black, stepped out of the shadows. He was dark-skinned, like Junior, but he was a couple of inches taller than Junior, who stood six-three. The man wore a black s.h.i.+rt, black slacks, and s.h.i.+ny black boots with silver buckles.

Junior's first thought was that the guy was some kinda star. He acted cool and in control. When he walked, he seemed to glide. It was weird.

The man floated past Junior and Andre, saying nothing to either of them, only nodding. He approached Mamu, and he and the Frenchman spoke too softly for Junior to understand what they were saying. But it was plain that the man in black was the one in charge. Mamu looked like a servant.

When they finished chatting, Mamu stood back, and exploded another rock.

Junior realized that the guy in black had vanished.

One second he was standing beside Mamu; the next, he was gone.

Junior had never looked away from the men. He had only blinked. The man had disappeared, literally, in the blink of an eye.

No one could move that fast. It was impossible.

Coldness seeped into Junior's bones. And this cave digging, that scared him, too. All of it was too strange and scary. Who were these people, and what was in the cave?