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pursuit of knowledge about God.”
“Nick, you’re blowing it for me, man!” Ishi eyed me angrily as he said this. “Let her tell the story. Who cares if it’s not all true? I mean—sorry Marie, I mean no offense. But like all legends, some shit’s true, even if most of it isn’t.”
He had a point.
“Sorry, babe,” I told her. “But does this mean we’re going to have to hang around here until we find all these amulets?”
“No, we’re only looking for one,” she said. A slight chuckle escaped. Ready to forgive? I hoped so. “The Ambrosius Amulet comes with the most legends and carries the greatest power, and could profoundly change our lives.”
“Make us lots of money?” Ishi’s face lit up.
“Perhaps… but if it never makes us a penny, I don’t care,” she said, eyeing me knowingly. A new secret hid behind her slight smile. “Having the Ambrosius Amulet in our possession will open doors to things you can only begin to imagine.”
More half-truths. At least my BS meter had turned back on. From what I could tell, so had Ishi’s.
“So, I guess this brings us right back to where we were, huh?” I said, reaching in my breast pocket for a cigarette and lighter that weren’t there. “We searched the map’s destination, and found nothing. Without divine intervention, where do you suggest we search next? Also, if Yassir Ali’s hit men decide to join us again, how much time do think they’ll allow us before they either kill us or drag our asses back to Egypt?”
“I thought they’d take us to Geneva for their money first?”
“Ishi… this isn’t the time for jokes, man. This is some serious shit we’re talking about.”
“Which is exactly why we can’t just run, Nick!” said Marie, angrily. “Where in the hell do you think you can go in the States that they can’t follow? Hell, Yassir Ali likely has government contacts throughout the world—even in America. You don’t think he can get your stubborn ass arrested?”
Honestly, I hadn’t considered anything other than avoiding subway hoodlums in New York and sunburn from skimming the clear blue waters of Key West.
“Okay,” I said, throwing my hands up in full surrender. “But we are already trespassing along the River Avon. If we start digging around in more conspicuous areas to try and find the amulet, how long before the local authorities become suspicious?”
“It’s got to be around there… someplace. It just has to be!”
“That isn’t good enough, darlin’!”
“It’s there—I know it is!” she persisted, her voice rising in its shrillness. I prepared for an assault of fresh neighborly wall knocks to commence at any moment. “I feel its call… it belongs to us if we’ll be persistent!”
“Are you nuts?” I was seething at her inability to listen to what I considered to be straight-line reasoning. Still, I kept my voice tempered to a wrathful hiss. “Truth be told, the damned thing belongs to Duke Seymour—just like most everything else around here. This ain’t like Egypt or Honduras, where at least some of what you find can be legally claimed!”
“Technically, we haven’t taken anything legally for many moons,” said Ishi, playfully. His efforts to become westernized in the past six months were beginning to royally piss me off. “The cave in Honduras belongs to my people, and anything in Egypt belongs to—”
“That’s not the point!”
“Then what is , Nick?” asked Marie, wearing a smug look.
I didn’t say anything… too frustrated to think. To think clearly, that is.
“Okay,” she said, raising her hands in surrender that definitely mocked mine earlier, swiveling her hips as she brought them up to her face.
“Okay, what?”
“Okay… I absolve you of all responsibility. You and Ishi can leave this project for me to take care of, and go back to wherever you came from!”
“Honduras?”
“What? Boss, I don’t want to go back there to stay!” Ishi eyed me in
“Nick, you’re blowing it for me, man!” Ishi eyed me angrily as he said this. “Let her tell the story. Who cares if it’s not all true? I mean—sorry Marie, I mean no offense. But like all legends, some shit’s true, even if most of it isn’t.”
He had a point.
“Sorry, babe,” I told her. “But does this mean we’re going to have to hang around here until we find all these amulets?”
“No, we’re only looking for one,” she said. A slight chuckle escaped. Ready to forgive? I hoped so. “The Ambrosius Amulet comes with the most legends and carries the greatest power, and could profoundly change our lives.”
“Make us lots of money?” Ishi’s face lit up.
“Perhaps… but if it never makes us a penny, I don’t care,” she said, eyeing me knowingly. A new secret hid behind her slight smile. “Having the Ambrosius Amulet in our possession will open doors to things you can only begin to imagine.”
More half-truths. At least my BS meter had turned back on. From what I could tell, so had Ishi’s.
“So, I guess this brings us right back to where we were, huh?” I said, reaching in my breast pocket for a cigarette and lighter that weren’t there. “We searched the map’s destination, and found nothing. Without divine intervention, where do you suggest we search next? Also, if Yassir Ali’s hit men decide to join us again, how much time do think they’ll allow us before they either kill us or drag our asses back to Egypt?”
“I thought they’d take us to Geneva for their money first?”
“Ishi… this isn’t the time for jokes, man. This is some serious shit we’re talking about.”
“Which is exactly why we can’t just run, Nick!” said Marie, angrily. “Where in the hell do you think you can go in the States that they can’t follow? Hell, Yassir Ali likely has government contacts throughout the world—even in America. You don’t think he can get your stubborn ass arrested?”
Honestly, I hadn’t considered anything other than avoiding subway hoodlums in New York and sunburn from skimming the clear blue waters of Key West.
“Okay,” I said, throwing my hands up in full surrender. “But we are already trespassing along the River Avon. If we start digging around in more conspicuous areas to try and find the amulet, how long before the local authorities become suspicious?”
“It’s got to be around there… someplace. It just has to be!”
“That isn’t good enough, darlin’!”
“It’s there—I know it is!” she persisted, her voice rising in its shrillness. I prepared for an assault of fresh neighborly wall knocks to commence at any moment. “I feel its call… it belongs to us if we’ll be persistent!”
“Are you nuts?” I was seething at her inability to listen to what I considered to be straight-line reasoning. Still, I kept my voice tempered to a wrathful hiss. “Truth be told, the damned thing belongs to Duke Seymour—just like most everything else around here. This ain’t like Egypt or Honduras, where at least some of what you find can be legally claimed!”
“Technically, we haven’t taken anything legally for many moons,” said Ishi, playfully. His efforts to become westernized in the past six months were beginning to royally piss me off. “The cave in Honduras belongs to my people, and anything in Egypt belongs to—”
“That’s not the point!”
“Then what is , Nick?” asked Marie, wearing a smug look.
I didn’t say anything… too frustrated to think. To think clearly, that is.
“Okay,” she said, raising her hands in surrender that definitely mocked mine earlier, swiveling her hips as she brought them up to her face.
“Okay, what?”
“Okay… I absolve you of all responsibility. You and Ishi can leave this project for me to take care of, and go back to wherever you came from!”
“Honduras?”
“What? Boss, I don’t want to go back there to stay!” Ishi eyed me in
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