Part 8 (1/2)
A chorus of groans and curses thundered in disappointment. To the left of the pool, where a sweep of spa.r.s.ely forested terrain sloped upward to an impossible height, heads popped up from behind rocks, trees, ferns, and stumps, like ducks in a shooting gallery. Basil knelt before a freshly dug hole, thigh to thigh with Percy, brandis.h.i.+ng a clod of mud in the air. ”See here! I've found it!” Percy thwacked his arm and looked to be admonis.h.i.+ng him to shut up. Basil screwed his face into a petulant pout and thwacked him back. chorus of groans and curses thundered in disappointment. To the left of the pool, where a sweep of spa.r.s.ely forested terrain sloped upward to an impossible height, heads popped up from behind rocks, trees, ferns, and stumps, like ducks in a shooting gallery. Basil knelt before a freshly dug hole, thigh to thigh with Percy, brandis.h.i.+ng a clod of mud in the air. ”See here! I've found it!” Percy thwacked his arm and looked to be admonis.h.i.+ng him to shut up. Basil screwed his face into a petulant pout and thwacked him back.
”So what have you found?” Nils yelled at him.
”Hey, I was digging in that spot first!” shouted the honeymooner who'd been all over his bride. ”Whatever that thing is, it's half mine!”
”Nice try, bud,” a middle-aged woman in a straw hat balked. ”Finders keepers.”
Oh, no! Poor Tilly. It was so unfair that someone else had found her treasure. Talk about rotten luck. I regarded the mob of treasure hunters who'd abandoned their minor excavations to gather around Basil.
On the other hand, if Professor Smoker's killer had set his sights on acquiring whatever Griffin Ring had buried here over two hundred years ago, Tilly's not finding the treasure knocked her out of contention as a future target for foul play. That certainly made my my life a lot less stressful. life a lot less stressful.
I observed the mob dynamic playing out around Basil and smiled. Gee, how nice that he'd found the treasure. And so quickly.
I caught movement in the tail of my eye and s.h.i.+fted my gaze to find Nana picking her way toward me over the rocks. ”I guess you heard,” I said in greeting. ”Someone found the treasure. Is Tilly devastated?”
”Pffft.” Nana waved her hand dismissively at the crowd. ”It won't be nothin'.” Nana waved her hand dismissively at the crowd. ”It won't be nothin'.”
Crows of laughter suddenly erupted from the crowd, along with hoots and snickering. As quickly as the crowd had gathered, it dispersed, leaving Basil and Percy to ponder a silvery object resting in Basil's palm.
”Can you see what that thing is?” I asked Nana. She'd undergone cataract surgery a few years back, so her eyesight was even better than mine.
”Bud Lite. Some other fellas already dug up two other cans. I'm thinkin', six-pack.”
Not knowing whether this was reason to be encouraged or dis discouraged, I looked out over the landscape, searching for familiar faces. ”How come I'm not seeing any of our group out there in the fray?”
”Alice, Osmond, Margi, Bernice, and Lucille are on them rocks over there, gawkin' at the waterfall. They never seen one before. Bernice and Lucille seen them famous Rhine Falls when we was in Switzerland; they just can't remember doin' it. Don't know where the d.i.c.ks and their wives are -- probably halfway to Tahiti by now. And you might wanna separate Bernice and Margi on the trip back upriver 'cause a Margi's eye.”
”What's wrong with Margi's eye?”
”Nothin', other than it's big as a boiled cabbage because Bernice steered 'em into them branches what hang over the riverbank.”
I winced. ”Is she in much pain?” I started to go for my Excedrin.
”Nah. She's got a cold pack on it now, so that's holdin' the swellin' down.”
I stilled my hand. ”Wow. She's prepared for any emergency, isn't she? She actually brought a cold pack with her?”
”What she brung with her was one a them jumbo condoms a hers, so she just filled it with water and tied it off. Works real good. Only thing is, folks are startin' to stare 'cause they're wonderin' what she's doin' with a breast implant stuck on her face.”
Jonathan came bulldozing through the leaves on his pale, spindly legs to stand cautiously beside me. ”Wow,” he said, gaping at the waterfall. He clomped around in the other direction. ”Wow,” he said, gaping at the slew of divots gouged into the ground. ”Funny no one mentioned land mines to us.”
I remembered my manners and introduced him to Nana, who scrutinized his hat with wistful eyes. ”My Sam used to have a cap with earflaps like them. Only his was beaver. A real nice one, too. Used to wear it ice fis.h.i.+n'. L. L. Bean. Had a lifetime guarantee against pillin', mattin', and mites.” She sucked the corner of her lip into her mouth. ”Can't recall what I done with it after he pa.s.sed on.”
Jonathan whipped off his hat to show Nana the duckbill. ”See this? Mine's signed by Bill Gates. It's a little hard to decipher his handwriting, but it really says Bill Gates. This hat is my most prized possession.”
”My Sam was partial to that hat a his, too.” A grin suddenly lit Nana's face. ”Shoot. I remember now. I buried him in it.”
Oh, G.o.d. ”Where did you say Tilly was digging?”
”She's not. She's so upset about the mess everyone's makin', she's just rockin' back and forth, mutterin' Swahili under her breath.”
I eyed her skeptically. ”You know Swahili?”
”Learnin' Channel special.” She gave the bottom of my tank top a tug. ”Emily, them two hotties what we saw in the lecture room yesterday are diggin' holes h.e.l.l-bent for election. The blonde is drawin' some kind a chart, and the brunette is takin' measurements. Like they done stuff like this before.” She bobbed her head toward a humpbacked rock in the foreground. ”There they are. Eleven o'clock.”
I've often wondered what the state of accurate direction-giving would be if the first clocks had been digital instead of a.n.a.log. I followed her gaze. The two women were less conspicuous today than they'd been yesterday, dressed in cropped T-s.h.i.+rts and mid-thigh shorts, elbows pumping as they hollowed out a section of black earth. They appeared calm, focused, and methodical. Scientific, almost.
”They certainly are tidy,” I observed. ”Look how they're storing all the soil in that one isolated spot. Everyone else is so haphazard.” I studied their movements with an eagle eye. ”They sure act like pros. They even look like they've gotten their hands on some special kind of digging implements. What do you think those things are?”
”Teaspoons,” said Nana. ”They'd be better off with cereal spoons, but there was a run on 'em at breakfast this mornin'.” She pulled an enormous spoon from the pocket of her jacket and regarded it proudly. ”I got the last one.”
I shook my head. ”So tomorrow's breakfast crowd shovels down their Cocoa Puffs with what? Forks?”
”But, Emily, don't you think it's suspicious that them two are here lookin' for” -- she sidled a look at Jonathan -- ”you know what? They got a map and everythin'.”
I sighed. ”I'd be all over them if they were the only ones digging. But look at this place! Everyone's digging. Everyone has a map!”
”That's the thing, dear.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. ”Bernice didn't sell them two girls a map. She didn't have to. They already had one.”
My eyelids flapped up into my head like jet-powered window shades. ”Excuse me?”
Jonathan made a choking sound beside me. ”That's her.” Spinning around so that his back was facing the digging activity, he angled his head toward me and said in a stage whisper, ”The blonde with Beth's tattoo. She's here!” He stabbed a finger toward the humpbacked rock.
I looked from the blonde, to Jonathan, to the blonde again. That's That's the blonde he was talking about? She really got around. Staring daggers at Professor Smoker yesterday afternoon the blonde he was talking about? She really got around. Staring daggers at Professor Smoker yesterday afternoon and and cussing out Bailey last night. And...she had a map. The synapses in my brain started firing off like the cannon section in the cussing out Bailey last night. And...she had a map. The synapses in my brain started firing off like the cannon section in the 1812 Overture 1812 Overture. Okay, now I was suspicious. I was really really suspicious. suspicious.
”I'm so nervous, my knees are shaking,” Jonathan confessed as he straightened his hat. ”Did she catch me looking at her? Is she staring at me?”
He was wearing earflaps. Everyone Everyone was staring at him. was staring at him.
”IS THERE SOMEBODY HERE NAMED EMILY ANDREW?” a male voice belted out.
I looked out across the grounds to find a middle-aged guy in a lime green muscle s.h.i.+rt and flowered shorts waving a baseball cap in the air. I waved back. ”I'm Emily!” But who in the world was he?
He trotted the short distance toward me, the flab beneath his muscle s.h.i.+rt bouncing up and down like the contents of a half-filled water balloon. He gave me a flinty look as he slapped a cell phone into my hand. ”It's for you. And I don't give a d.a.m.n if it is is an emergency. I have to pay the roaming charges, so you better make it short.” an emergency. I have to pay the roaming charges, so you better make it short.”
”An emergency?” I stared at the phone in dread. Oh, G.o.d. Had something happened to Mom or Dad? My brother Steve or his wife? The boys? Heart hammering in my chest, I raised the phone to my ear. ”H-h.e.l.lo?”
”Ciao, bella.”
”Etienne? Oh, my G.o.d. Are you all right? What's happened? Where are you? What's wrong?”
”You're angry with me,” he said rather tightly in his beautiful French/German/Italian accent. ”That should explain exactly what's wrong.”
I opened my mouth to reply, my thought process derailed by the three curious sets of eyes riveted directly on me.
”You needn't deny it,” Etienne continued. ”You left without calling. You didn't send a good-bye email. I feel fortunate that you bothered to send me your itinerary.”
I smiled stiffly at my expectant audience. ”Hold on, would you?” I said to Etienne. Then to the trio, ”It doesn't sound good. You suppose I could have a little privacy?”
Mr. Muscle s.h.i.+rt executed a serious eye roll before jabbing a finger in the direction of where he was digging. ”I'll be over there when you're done.”