The Dead Man's Treasure
Rebecca Westin is shocked to learn the grandfather she never knew has left her a bona fide buried treasure – but only if she can decipher a complex series of clues leading to it. The hunt would be challenging enough without interference from her half-siblings, who are determined to find the treasure first and keep it for themselves. Good thing Rebecca has recruited some help, in the form of a green-eyed rock-climbing stud determined to show her that a desert adventure can be sexy and fun. But there's a treacherous wildcard in the mix, a man willing to do anything to get that treasure – and revenge. In a frantic race across New Mexico, Rebecca will have to ignore caution in a defiant bid for victory. If she fails, she could lose everything.
Action and romance combine in this lively Southwestern adventure, complete with riddles the reader is invited to solve to identify historical and cultural sites around New Mexico.
Rebecca peered through the small, cloudy window into the machine shop. Inside, someone held a flaming welding torch to an odd jumble of metal. She couldn’t see the person’s features beyond the face shield, but a glimpse of tousled, dark blond hair suggested it might be the woman from the article. The treasure hunter.
The woman who could help. If only she would.
Rebecca made sure her blouse was neatly tucked into her skirt and pushed through the door. A burning, metallic smell hit her. The new angle gave her a glimpse of the welder’s shoulders and she reversed her opinion. That was no woman.
He turned off the torch and removed the welding helmet. “Hey.” He was average height, with sun-streaked hair and a killer smile. Sweat glistened on his face and lean, muscular arms. He was sexy in an athletic way, though she preferred the work-obsessed brainiac type.
Rebecca gave a brief nod of greeting. In the clutter of odd machinery, it took her a moment to spot the woman leaning against a long metal table. Curly blonde hair, curvy figure in jeans and a tank top. That was whom she’d come to see. “Camille Dagneau?”
“Call me Camie.” The blue eyes studied her with open curiosity.
Rebecca forced a smile, hoping her fatigue and anxiety didn’t show. “I’m Rebecca Westin. Can we talk?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
Rebecca glanced at the man, but he was poking at his project, testing the weld or something, and it would be rude to insist he leave in the middle of his work. He was probably a student, though he looked close to thirty, and the metal thing looked more like an artistic sculpture than an engineering project.
She moved closer to Camie and spoke in a low voice. “I read about you in a National Geographic article. And when I found out you were here, in New Mexico…. Well, it seemed like too good a coincidence to pass up. I’m hoping I can convince you to help me find another treasure.”
Behind her, the man said, “Wait a minute, if this is a treasure hunt, I want in this time.”
Rebecca shot him a frosty look, but he kept smiling. He was probably used to getting whatever he wanted with that smile. But this wasn’t a game. Her future was at stake. She turned back to Camie, shifting slightly to block out the man, and waited for a response.
“You want to hire me as a treasure hunting guide?”
Here’s where things got tricky. “That’s the thing. I don’t actually have any money to pay you.” She wouldn’t explain why she was broke, why she needed more money. She didn’t want pity. She tried to project a confidence she didn’t feel. “But I’d like to propose a partnership. I supply the clues, and you supply the expertise.”
Camie leaned back against the table and crossed her arms. “What makes you think this treasure is something I couldn’t research and find on my own?”
“It’s a family treasure. Not something from legends, like that other one you found. That’s why I’m coming to you. I understand your partner is the historian, but you’re the one who knows the desert.”
“I’m intrigued. Can I see some ID?”
Rebecca blinked in surprise, then fished her wallet out of her purse and handed over her driver’s license. Camie leaned over the table and made notes on a pad of paper. Rebecca rubbed her nose, which tickled from the acrid smells – burning metal and something like motor oil or grease, as near as she could guess.
After a minute, Camie tore off the bottom half of the paper and handed it to Rebecca. “Come to this address at six. We’ll give you dinner and then we can talk.”
Rebecca opened her mouth. She’d expected to explain a lot more, had been ready to persuade, to negotiate. But she closed her mouth and nodded. This was a start. No point in pushing it and maybe ruining things. Besides, she didn’t want to go into detail with the strange man in the room.
She wanted to ask who “we” referred to, but it was probably Erin Mayer, the woman’s partner from their big find the previous year. That was fair, although Rebecca didn’t want to bring too many people into this. It was bad enough that she’d already be competing against her half-siblings. She didn’t need strangers in the race as well. But she’d never win on her own.
“I’ll see you then.” Rebecca turned and left, without even a glance of acknowledgment at the man. Hopefully he got the message.
Outside the building, she walked slowly across the small college campus. It didn’t look like any university she’d seen before. No massive brick buildings, no huge sports stadium. Just a dozen or so tan stucco buildings with red tile roofs. Nothing was over three stories high. At least it had grass under big shade trees, the green soothing and familiar. She’d been chilly that morning leaving Albuquerque, but now, eighty miles south and heading toward noon, it was time to peel off her suit jacket. If nothing else, a week in New Mexico in May made a nice vacation after a wet, dreary Seattle winter that seemed determined to hold on forever.
What could she do for the next few hours? She was in no mood for sightseeing, even if she knew what sights the area boasted. The drive south had been enough to make her feel like a fish very far out of water. All that desert, all those browns and reds. Even the distant mountains that paralleled the highway hadn’t helped. They were the wrong color, and there were so many of them. She could see for miles, which proved how large the state was, vast plains and mesas and canyons. How would she ever find the treasure?
She paused as if looking at some flyers pasted on the glass door of a building, though really it was an excuse to stop her aimless wandering. She couldn’t afford to waste time. And she’d make herself sick if she spent the afternoon worrying about whether that woman would help. Rebecca would simply have to persuade her. She’d never backed down from a challenge.
Her gaze shifted past the glass into the building – a library. Libraries had information. A local college library might have resources she couldn’t find anywhere else. She had her plan for the afternoon.
Rebecca pulled up to the address Camie had given her. She was ten minutes early, since it hadn’t taken much time to get across the small town. Her stomach gurgled. It was nice of them to offer her a meal, and it would save her a few dollars. Hopefully they’d have something better than the slice of cafeteria pizza she’d had for lunch. She needed to get back on a healthy diet. Her pants had started digging into her belly six months earlier. She’d recently bumped into an old coworker who had assumed she was pregnant. That was embarrassing for both of them.
At least she’d forced herself to run twice a week throughout the entire ordeal. It had been mainly stress relief, but it also burned calories. She quickly did the math in her head. Five hundred calories per run, twice a week, was over a pound a month. Without those jogs, she’d have added another dozen or so pounds and probably wouldn’t fit into her clothes at all. And she certainly wouldn’t be in any kind of shape for treasure hunting in the desert.
She glanced at her watch. Three minutes till six. She left the car and headed for the house.
A slim woman with short dark hair opened the door. “Hi, you must be Rebecca. I’m Erin. Come on in.” Rebecca met her friendly smile with a silent sigh of relief. Whatever Camie had found out or decided over the course of the afternoon, apparently they weren’t ready to laugh at Rebecca or turn her away – yet.
The fact that male voices came from the back of the house was less encouraging. How big was her audience?
Camie came out of the back room, probably the kitchen, carrying a pitcher of what looked like iced tea. “Good, you’re prompt. I hate people who are late.” She put the pitcher on the table. “I made my famous green chile stew. I hope you don’t mind spicy food.”
“No, I like it.”
Camie grinned. “Points for that as well.” She gestured toward a tall, lanky man as he came out of the kitchen. “That’s Drew. He hangs around with Erin a lot, and for some reason she lets him.”
The man shook Rebecca’s hand and then draped an arm over Erin’s shoulder. She looked perfectly happy to have him around, and Rebecca could see why. He was tall, dark, and handsome in jeans and cowboy boots. A man had been involved in that other treasure hunt as well, according to the article. A helicopter pilot. If this was him, he might come in handy after all. Not that she could imagine locating buried treasure from a helicopter, but at least it was less mind-boggling than heading into the desert on foot.
Rebecca’s smile froze in place as the man who’d been welding came out of the kitchen. He leaned forward to put a plastic container on the table, and his forearms were sculpted works of art. His gray T-shirt showed those well-defined shoulder muscles, though he wasn’t bulky overall. He was built like a professional dancer, but that seemed an unlikely profession in a small town in the middle of New Mexico.
He reached out take her hand in a warm, firm grip. “We didn’t officially meet. I’m Sam.”
Before Rebecca could respond, Camie said, “And I’m hungry. Let’s eat.” She slid past Sam, giving his sides a quick squeeze that made him jump and chuckle. They must be a couple. Good thing Rebecca hadn’t been even ruder to him earlier.
The stew wasn’t what she would have called chili. No tomato, just beef, onions, beans, and the local green chile, with sour cream, cheese, and cilantro served separately to sprinkle on top. It was delicious, even if it made her mouth burn and her nose run. Sam’s plastic container turned out to be a tortilla warmer and he’d apparently made the tortillas himself. She’d never been a fan of flour tortillas, but these were light and flaky, not like the usual bland cardboard ones. They were perfect for soothing her tongue when the stew got to be too much.
It was a friendly, noisy meal, as the others joked and teased. No one brought up the treasure hunt or asked Rebecca any questions. She couldn’t quite relax, knowing what was to come. She was an outsider, watching people who knew each other well, but at least she had a reminder of what life could be like. The last time she’d felt that kind of camaraderie had been in college, which seemed like lifetimes ago, not a mere decade.
This. This is what I want. Someday.
For now, it was enough that she could dream again. That she’d taken these first steps. If she found the treasure, it might not solve all her problems – but it would be a big help. Rebecca could pay off her debts and make sure her niece kept getting the best medical care. With enough money, she could take time off before looking for another job. Relax a little. Do something for herself for a change. Figure out her future.
Two years earlier, she’d been well on her way to her goal of being financially independent by age 35. She could’ve quit her job and started her own company, or thought about having a family. Now she was worse off than she’d been at twenty. No job, no home, credit card debt, and a gap in her résumé that would raise uncomfortable questions. The treasure would put her back on track, and then some.
Finally the meal ended and Camie waved everyone to the living room to “get down to business.” Rebecca was tired of business in all its forms, but she couldn’t slow down yet.
Erin and Drew sat hip to hip on the couch, with Sam sprawled next to them. Rebecca settled into one of the facing chairs.
Camie dropped to the floor, cross-legged. “Tell us what this is all about.”
Rebecca gathered her thoughts. “I’m going to have to start with some family history.” She didn’t want to, but the rest wouldn’t make sense without it. “My father, Arnold Westin Junior, grew up here in New Mexico. In Santa Fe, specifically. He married a woman called Isabel and had three children – Arnold the Third, Benjamin, and Tiffany. A few years later, Arnold left Isabel and moved to Oregon. I don’t think he ever saw those children, or any of his family in New Mexico, again. However, his father, the first Arnold, was a wealthy man and took care of his daughter-in-law and grandchildren.”
She took a deep breath, avoiding meeting anyone’s eyes. The story was sordid, but that wasn’t her fault. Worse, though, it made them all look pitiful. “Arnold met my mother, and they had two more children, my sister Sophia and me, before he died in a car accident twenty years ago. We never heard from Dad’s New Mexico family – until a few weeks ago. Arnold Senior died of cancer and left an unusual will.”
Interest, which had been polite, sharpened. Now she had to hook them. “Apparently my grandfather was a collector. His house is full of antiques. But he particularly collected small items of very high value. Spanish doubloons. Old native jewelry.” She shrugged. “I don’t know what exactly. But enough treasure to fill a treasure chest.”
Camie grinned. “And what, he lost it?”
“No. He buried it.”