My bags were packed, airline tickets on the counter, and the keys to Dad’s house left with Scott. I didn’t know what to do with everything that was here, not if I couldn’t use it to finish Dad’s life’s work. According to the clock on the wall, I had thirty minutes before my cab would be here to get me, so I sat down and turned on the television, the evening news filling the room.
“We go now to a tiny island in Maine,” the female reporter was saying, “where the discovery of a lifetime is about to be made.” The film flipped over to something that had been filmed earlier in the day and, to my disgust, Duke McCrery filled the screen.
“We managed to pump out the pit by pumping around it instead of inside,” he was explaining. “When we uncovered the flood tunnel, we put a seal over it so it wouldn’t be an issue anymore. After that, we dug down some more and used a sonar camera to see if we can get a better idea of what’s down there.”
The reporter’s voice came on over the picture then. “As you can see, the camera picked up several items that look like chests, inside of a type of vault. If these images are correct, the treasure of a lifetime is about to be unearthed.”
“We only have a few feet left to dig,” Duke spoke again, motioning to the work crew digging furiously behind him. Tomorrow, we’ll have news crews from all over out here for the reveal. We’re about to make history.”
“Not on my watch,” I growled, an idea forming in my mind.
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