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The digging would have been finished sooner if they’d had shovels and wheelbarrows to assist them. As it was, they were forced to dig with their hands. They used Nicolas’s blood-soaked blanket to haul away dirt and debris.
Payne, who was covered in grime, shined his flashlight into the hole and made the announcement that they had been waiting for. “I think it’s big enough now.”
“Can you get through?” asked Jones, who was even dirtier than Payne.
He leaned in closer. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Then it’s
Payne smiled. “Your body could’ve, but your ego couldn’t.”
“Trust me, my ego
Payne rolled his eyes. “If you’re done lying to us, are you ready to go inside?”
“Of course I’m ready. I’ve been ready. Who goes first?”
Payne gestured toward the hole. “After you, my friend.”
Jones patted him on the shoulder. “Thanks, Jon. I appreciate that.”
“No problem,” he replied. “Scream if you feel any booby traps.”
Jones laughed as he got on his hands and knees and squirmed through the gap. Allison went next, then Dial, and finally Payne. Andropoulos stayed on guard duty, protecting the mouth of the cave-just in case more Spartans happened to wander by.
After crawling on a downward slant for nearly five feet, Jones had enough room to pull his legs underneath him. Sitting in a crouch, he reached his hand back and helped Allison through the gap before he continued onward. With every step he took, the passageway became higher until he was finally able to stand upright.
Shining his light on the passageway, he realized it had been carved into solid rock. “Will you look at this tunnel? They did all of this by hand.”
“It’s amazing,” she replied as she ran her fingers over the gray stone.
Waiting for the others to arrive, Jones pointed his light forward. A wall of darkness lingered beyond the reach of his beam. The temperature was in the low fifties, even cooler than the cave above, which had been warmed by their body heat. He put his nose into the air and took a deep whiff, worried about the presence of noxious gases. But he detected nothing.
“We’re clear,” Payne said from the back.
Jones nodded and started off again down the passageway. The ground was uneven and made of solid stone. The walls were wide, approximately ten feet across. He swept his beam from side to side, searching for anything that seemed out of place. Though Payne had been joking about booby traps, Jones realized there had been a grain of truth in what he said.
As a child, Jones had read stories about real-life archaeologists who had been undone by spring snares attached to trees or Burmese tiger pits lined with sharp spears. In the Special Forces, he had learned how to build both-and several other devices to trap or kill the enemy-so he knew such things existed.
He just didn’t know if they existed down here.
“Clear,” Jones called over his shoulder.
“Still clear,” Payne replied.
A few seconds later, the passageway turned sharply to the left. Jones peeked around the corner, not willing to commit his team until he knew what was waiting for them. What he saw boggled his imagination. The tunnel stopped and a natural cave began. Soaring to a height of over fifty feet, the massive cavern stretched beyond the scope of his light.
He stepped forward for a better view, and when he did, his eyes were drawn to the objects on the floor in front of him. Everywhere he looked, for as far as he could see, there were wooden crates. Some as small as backpacks, others much larger than caskets. Hundreds of ancient boxes stacked in neat rows, just sitting in the darkness waiting to be opened.
“Holy shit,” he mumbled under his breath. “I’m fucking rich.”
Allison heard the comment and hurried up to him to see what he was talking about. She pointed her flashlight in the same direction and was staggered by the sight.
“Oh my God!” she gasped.
Jones grinned at her reaction. “Do you like
Dial was an expert on body language. From his position in the passageway, he knew his friends had discovered something momentous. The look of sheer joy on both their faces was proof of that. Still, it didn’t prepare him for his first glimpse of the cavern and its bounty.
He rounded the corner and stood there in shock, his massive jaw dropping to his chest.
“Good Lord!” Dial blurted. “I think I have to quit my job.”
Payne was the last one to see the treasure. Taller than the other three, he stood behind them and marveled at the enormity of it all: the cavern, the number of crates, and the effort it must have taken to haul this stuff from Constantinople, which was hundreds of miles away.
“There’s no way the monks carried this stuff by themselves,” he said to no one in particular. “How in the world did they keep this place a secret for so long?”
“I have no freaking idea,” Jones said. “No idea at all. Then again, that’s not what concerns me right now.”
“What does?”
“How are we going to carry this stuff
The question lingered in the darkness as they rushed forward to open some crates. But Dial decided not to join them. Instead, he turned around and crawled back through the hole.
For the time being, he was still a law enforcement official, and he was still working on a case. Once the smoke cleared and he got back to France, he might have to reconsider his future.
As a director at Interpol, he made a good salary and had a great pension plan, but it paled in comparison with the riches they had found in the cavern. If Payne and Jones figured out a legal way for him to keep a share, he would be tempted to walk away from his career.
But until that day, he had other things to worry about.
Like what was happening on the mountain below.
Coming out,” Dial called to Andropoulos, who was still guarding the mouth of the cave. The last thing he wanted was to surprise the kid and get shot by mistake. “Any trouble out here?”
“No, sir. No trouble at all. How about you?”
“Things are good down below.”
“So,” he asked excitedly, “did they find any treasure?”
Dial smiled at him. “Why don’t you go and look for yourself ?”
“Thank you, sir. I was hoping you’d say that.”
Andropoulos turned to walk away.
“Hold up,” Dial ordered. “Before you go, there’s one other thing I forgot to mention.”
“What’s that, sir?”
“Just so you know, it’s been a pleasure working with you.”
Andropoulos beamed with pride. “I was hoping you’d say that, too.”
With a smile on his face, he ran off to see the treasure.
Dial reached behind him and pulled out the radio they had taken from Petros. During their climb up the mountain, Dial had turned it off, afraid the noise might give away their position. But now that they had safely reached their destination, he felt he needed to update the other guards and let them know they were all right.
Several seconds passed before someone responded.
Without mentioning anything about the treasure, Dial filled them in on some basics. “Sorry I’ve been radio- silent for so long. Every time we turned around, we were under attack.”
“Are you all right?”
Dial paused, thinking about Nicolas. Somehow his death needed to be explained without revealing what had
