Chapter Thirty-Two
Rebecca despised meeting in Jim’s trailer, but there was no other choice and they needed privacy.
“I have something to show you,” she told him after she cleared a spot on his nasty couch and pushed Roscoe aside. “And it’s got to be our secret.”
Jim was wide-eyed and agreed.
She removed from her briefcase the piece of parchment she’d stolen from the Bennett Place. It was enveloped in a plastic sheath to protect it, and she laid it on Jim’s coffee table.
“What is it?,” he asked, looking back and forth between it and Rebecca.
“I think it’s a map, perhaps the gold,” she said, trembling with excitement.
Jim’s mind was racing, and he could barely listen as she explained how she came to have the parchment and how it made sense to her that it could be a map to the gold if
