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horror.
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay, what?” Marie mocked my earlier response.
“Okay, as in ‘okay, Ishi, we will head out to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Nick, I don’t want to go until we help Marie find the amulet! To find it for her father!” Ishi looked at me pleadingly, with tears in his eyes. She had stolen him from me. “You need to stay, too. Stay and help us. Stay because you love her!”
Damn!
Marie might be all pissy with me at the moment, but my Tawankan buddy was dead on. There was something there between her and me… undeniably so. And, it had been growing nicely, until the latest round of bullshit started yesterday.
The amulet was coming between us.
She and he held me fast in their doe-eyed gazes. Perhaps Ishi expected me to come to my senses. As for Marie? …Well, I could definitely sense the hurt, which told me she expected me to break her heart by being selfish.
“Okay, we’ll give this one more shot,” I told them. “But if we don’t find it tomorrow, I’m outta here. Hopefully you both will come with me.”
I expected a new interrogation to start, based on what was implied by my words. But neither one said anything. Hoping we were about to do the smart thing, it’s all I thought about for the rest of the evening, offering silent prayers we’d make it through the night… alive.
Chapter Ten
One big problem in continuing our search for the Ambrosius Amulet smacked us in the face the next morning. We no longer had a set of wheels at our disposal. And, in retrospect, leaving the rented Viano at the site was very foolish for a number of reasons—beyond the fact we now had to find some other way to get there.
“That was really stupid to leave the van, Nick,” said Marie, pulling down her sunglasses from the stylish perch atop her head as we stepped outside the B&B’s main entrance. “Not only are we in danger of a few thousand pounds in fees for the partial insurance, but if Ali’s men decided to come back for it yesterday after we left, they will have access to the rental agreement in the glove box. That alone can lead to a lot of headaches for us both since our personal information is in there from our passports.”
Hadn’t thought of that, actually… until now.
“We’ll, I’m betting the damned thing is still there. Likely loaded with enough explosives to light up the sky, and bright enough to be clearly seen from the highway,” I said. “I doubt those assholes went back for it… unless to check on why the bombing deaths of three foreigners didn’t make it to the local late night news broadcasts.”
The taxi I had called for pulled up to the curb. We had considered renting a second vehicle, but it seemed too risky. Besides, if we encountered a similar situation to the day before, we’d have two vehicles out there somewhere, making for a much messier exit from the UK than any of us wanted.
“Can you drop us off at Stonehenge?” I asked the driver, who then told us it would be no problem.
There was room for all three of us in the back, and Marie sat between Ishi and me. We had already planned our attack at breakfast, and would search the area within a quarter of a mile of the mound, in hopes some other hidden landmark would yield the prize we sought. Asinine, yes. But my wager was on Marie coming to her senses about leaving, once she had a chance to see the damned amulet was nowhere to be found. I hoped to be on a plane to the United States by nightfall.
The weather brought us an unusually clear day for this region of the world, without a single cloud in sight. Traffic toward Stonehenge was heavier than it had been the previous two days. When we neared the exit to the frontage road, I told our driver, a nice kid named Freddie, to drop us off halfway down the exit.
“What, are you insane?” he said, perhaps forgetting I had yet to pay him for his trouble. “There’s nothing down there but a few ruins and the River Avon.
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay, what?” Marie mocked my earlier response.
“Okay, as in ‘okay, Ishi, we will head out to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Nick, I don’t want to go until we help Marie find the amulet! To find it for her father!” Ishi looked at me pleadingly, with tears in his eyes. She had stolen him from me. “You need to stay, too. Stay and help us. Stay because you love her!”
Damn!
Marie might be all pissy with me at the moment, but my Tawankan buddy was dead on. There was something there between her and me… undeniably so. And, it had been growing nicely, until the latest round of bullshit started yesterday.
The amulet was coming between us.
She and he held me fast in their doe-eyed gazes. Perhaps Ishi expected me to come to my senses. As for Marie? …Well, I could definitely sense the hurt, which told me she expected me to break her heart by being selfish.
“Okay, we’ll give this one more shot,” I told them. “But if we don’t find it tomorrow, I’m outta here. Hopefully you both will come with me.”
I expected a new interrogation to start, based on what was implied by my words. But neither one said anything. Hoping we were about to do the smart thing, it’s all I thought about for the rest of the evening, offering silent prayers we’d make it through the night… alive.
Chapter Ten
One big problem in continuing our search for the Ambrosius Amulet smacked us in the face the next morning. We no longer had a set of wheels at our disposal. And, in retrospect, leaving the rented Viano at the site was very foolish for a number of reasons—beyond the fact we now had to find some other way to get there.
“That was really stupid to leave the van, Nick,” said Marie, pulling down her sunglasses from the stylish perch atop her head as we stepped outside the B&B’s main entrance. “Not only are we in danger of a few thousand pounds in fees for the partial insurance, but if Ali’s men decided to come back for it yesterday after we left, they will have access to the rental agreement in the glove box. That alone can lead to a lot of headaches for us both since our personal information is in there from our passports.”
Hadn’t thought of that, actually… until now.
“We’ll, I’m betting the damned thing is still there. Likely loaded with enough explosives to light up the sky, and bright enough to be clearly seen from the highway,” I said. “I doubt those assholes went back for it… unless to check on why the bombing deaths of three foreigners didn’t make it to the local late night news broadcasts.”
The taxi I had called for pulled up to the curb. We had considered renting a second vehicle, but it seemed too risky. Besides, if we encountered a similar situation to the day before, we’d have two vehicles out there somewhere, making for a much messier exit from the UK than any of us wanted.
“Can you drop us off at Stonehenge?” I asked the driver, who then told us it would be no problem.
There was room for all three of us in the back, and Marie sat between Ishi and me. We had already planned our attack at breakfast, and would search the area within a quarter of a mile of the mound, in hopes some other hidden landmark would yield the prize we sought. Asinine, yes. But my wager was on Marie coming to her senses about leaving, once she had a chance to see the damned amulet was nowhere to be found. I hoped to be on a plane to the United States by nightfall.
The weather brought us an unusually clear day for this region of the world, without a single cloud in sight. Traffic toward Stonehenge was heavier than it had been the previous two days. When we neared the exit to the frontage road, I told our driver, a nice kid named Freddie, to drop us off halfway down the exit.
“What, are you insane?” he said, perhaps forgetting I had yet to pay him for his trouble. “There’s nothing down there but a few ruins and the River Avon.
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