Sam is still gripping the knife in one hand while his eyes are glued to my smartphone which is gripped in the other. Meanwhile, I’m pulling on the tape that binds my wrists, trying my best to get them free. But it’s no use. The tape is too tight.
I turn my head, steal an over-the-shoulder glance at Edge. He too is struggling to free himself.
“Whaddya think, Edge?” I say after a beat. “You really think the Dutch Schultz treasure is located at the bottom of those falls? You think the blue diamonds are in there? Can you imagine the enormous wealth the find will bring to the lucky bastards who make the discovery?”
“Hey, you,” Sam says, pulling down on his cardigan sweater with the same hand that grips the knife so that the thick cotton material doesn’t bunch up around his waist. “Be quiet.
