On the screen, I see Sarah’s face, and behind her a wall of solid rock. Within that solid wall of rock is a depression or narrow fissure that resembles a cave.
“How’s it going, Sarah?” I say. “You find what you’re looking for yet?”
She looks into the camera and smiles nervously, but also like a ravished dog that’s come upon a pile of red meat. “I’m so close I can smell it, Chase. If only you were here with me right now. But then, you sort of are.” She focuses the never still phone camera on the fissure. “I’m guessing this is what we’re looking for.”
“So head on inside and see what’s in there,” I exclaim. “What are you waiting for?”
My eyes catch Sam’s eyes. He’s giving me one of those squinty-eyed looks that tells me he doesn’t trust me and neither should Sarah. He pulls the phone away
