Chapter Twenty-Two
I was numb the entire flight from Nevada to Ohio. Tres kept his distance, talking with the Mohegan chairmen and the Balam queens in the office nook of his private jet. Diaz sat beside me. He held my hand in his large paw, but I didn’t hear a word he said.
The moment we touched down, we immediately boarded a helicopter to get to the mound quicker. We’d chased the sun across the continent and it was now setting once again, this time over the Ohio Valley. In just a few days the disk would rest on the head of a serpent and potentially open a door that might lead to the place of my birth. To the underworld where gods resided. Some of those gods may be my parents.
We passed over the waters of the Ohio Bush Creek. Just beyond the creek was our destination. Looking down from
