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    “A home-cooked meal sounds great, but there’s Eric, too.”
    “He can come along. Mum always makes a feast on Fridays. She expects me to bring over friends. Girlfriends mostly, but I haven’t been a good son about that lately.”
    He cast her a wink and marched off.
    Had that been flirtation? The man had to be twenty years her senior. Not that he wasn’t attractive, albeit eccentric.
     
     
    M ICHAEL S LATER MARCHED across the trampled grass to the edge of the excavation site where the dried peat cushion made his footsteps feel as though he were walking on a strange planet.
    The chief archaeologist, Maxwell Alexandre, was packing up his shovels, buckets and other equipment. He ran an efficient dig and was meticulous about putting things away at the end of the day. Slater appreciated anyone with a fastidious bone. Maxwell did what he was told, with little argument.
    Rain rolled down his temples. Slater did not like the weather in this country; it was much worse than his native London, and that was saying a lot.
    He gripped the handle of his Walther P99, still in its holster. It was something he did probably a dozen times a day. His training buddies had given him shit for his attachment to the thing. Bugger them. Some guys stroked their bollocks every now and then; he stroked his gun.
    Alexandre popped his head up from the area marked off with pitons and ropes. “What was the commotion over there?”
    “The girl is back,” Slater spat out. “The one the captain grabbed the other day.”
    “How the hell did that happen?” Alexandre kicked the base of a black bucket, toppling it over. It was empty. “How’d she get free?”
    “I don’t know, but heads will roll.” Twisting his neck against the tight muscle tugging along his jaw and throat, Slater nodded toward the black SUV that transported the crew into town each night. “You packing up?”
    “It’ll be dark soon.”
    “I thought you understood we are on a time crunch? I want to be out of here within the week.”
    Everything else Frank Neville had his hands in was scheduled to come down to the week’s deadline. This wasted nonsense of digging in the dirt twisted his knickers the wrong way. He had not signed on for kicking about bones.
    “I know that.” Alexandre stood before Slater. He was taller by three inches, but both men were aware that when push came to shove Slater held the upper hand. “I’ve uncovered the entire skeleton.” He gestured behind him and Slater eyed the ground. “She’s a beauty thanks to the peat. Preserves bones and bits of fabric real nice like. But not sure I’m going to find any more rocks.”
    “Give it another few days. Don’t things tend to…move around over the years?”
    “Erosion does tend to do that, though not so much in these conditions. We’ll strip the area for sure. Won’t leave a single pebble unscrutinized.”
    “You think it could have spread as far as the other camp?” Slater asked.
    “Unlikely. Such a contained cache is probably going to be within the marked area we’ve pitoned off. I think it would be next to impossible for the rocks to move from the bog to the dirt the other camp is working in. Unless an animal did it? That’s always possible. When’s the next truck come in?”
    Slater tucked his hand under an arm over the pistol. “Not that it’s any of your concern, but tomorrow night.”
    “Just want to know to get the crew out on time. Settle your britches, Slater, the operation is going well.”
    “This operation is a joke.” Slater harnessed his anger. “The girl—Beth—should have never gotten away. I’m going to check on the guys down by the river.”

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    “We moved them.” Reggie Marks, the captain of the officious little barge that camped down by the river, scratched his belly, and slapped his grungy felt cap back onto his bald head.
    “And in the process you managed to lose one helpless woman?” Slater fisted his palms. “I can’t believe your