Ten
AT HELEN’S REQUEST, Martin flies over Myer College so she can get a bird’s-eye view of the situation.
Frankly, it’s chaos. What looks like hundreds of people are swarming all over the area, with most of them concentrating on the gorge where Nate claims Kent Stirling buried the money he stole from the bank in 1928. Designated as a protected area several years ago by the college, the gorge is about 200 feet deep, consisting of a sheer rock face of about 50 feet and a slope of another 150 feet of rocky terrain ending at a small creek. The rest of the area is wooded, though at this time of year, the branches are bare.
“They look like ants down there,” I say. “Greedy little ants.”
“All of this because of Nate’s article?” Mae says.
“Has anyone thought of hiding his laptop?” Martin asks.
