Two weeks later, in Thailand
Dave was perplexed as he took out the photograph of the dots he had taken from Tyler's grandfather's home. The map he had on his hands was supposed to pinpoint the location of the treasures the old Johnson had been hiding. His gaze was drawn to its contents. The dots on the back were more distinct, but not entirely. His two captors stood a breath away, calm, but Dave could see the urgency in Javier's eyes. The man had grown exceedingly agitated, even twitchy, since their flight from Scotland to Thailand International Airport a few hours ago.
It was a trait he'd observed in many treasure hunters and his fellow artists over the years. The more novice treasure hunters searching for infinite wealth could practically taste their thoughts of a life of comfort and l
