Chapter 18
With the students back, life on the dig team fell into place as it had prior to the winter hiatus. It was as if nothing had interrupted their work, and Wasyl’s death had never happened.
And each night, Dmytro rode the bike up to the dig site.
Throughout the day, he would look for any sign of what he had witnessed at night, but he saw nothing. Each night, he vowed to stay awake. But he didn’t. Each morning, heading back to the inn, he vowed no more midnight journeys. But when night rolled around again, the dig lured him like a junkie craving a fix. He always went. And once there, he always fell asleep.
“Dmytro, wake up!”
Dmytro opened his eyes at the sound of Koval’s voice. He suddenly realized it was daylight, and he was sitting on the ground, a trowel in hand and a bucket
