Chapter 14Five years ago, Dan Losegg had crawled around under a boulder off National Trails Road somewhere in the Mojave, several miles from Amboy and miles from Hwy 40. His mind sharp, like the needles on the rare cacti bordering the cave, he knew navigation better than any GPS or online mapping system. After all, they didn't call him Captain for nothing. Plus, he had a plan. In his pocket, he had a list of coordinates. The pinpointed latitudinal and longitudinal markers corresponded to degrees, thus narrowing his search down to decimals. Sweat rolled into his eyes, but nothing could stop him. He felt confident and had no doubts, regarding the stash of dollars hidden among the rocks.
That morning had started right on schedule. He paid the Las Vegas taxi driver to take him through the des
