CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Timer reloaded his crossbow and moved down the stone steps into the treasure house. Maria was dressed, her torn shirt tied together. She had found Cory's canteen and was giving Flynn a drink. He was attempting to stand when, all of a sudden, he pushed her away.
Timer was in the doorway. His lips were pulled back in a snarl, the flickering candles and tapers making strange patterns on his pockmarked face.
He broke into insane laughter. "Oh, my. Still alive and trying to play the white knight, eh, Flynn? You don't know when it's all over do you? Cory and the gringos are dead, and I'm the richest man in the world."
"Timer, you're insane."
"No, Flynn, you're the one who's crazy. You knew long ago that you should get out of Mexico. Your problem was that you couldn't l
