Sunlight gleamed off the dagger as Nicole turned it in her hand, examining it. It seemed almost as if she was expecting it to provide her with the answers she was seeking. “I don’t see anything,” David called, appearing from out of the trees. “There’s no sign of anything around this clearing that would hint at a plane crash.”
Nicole slipped the dagger into her pocket. “It’s got to be somewhere near here.”
David came up to her. “Maybe not. Maybe Artemis just came up here to search for the crash, like we are, and lost the dagger then. Admittedly, that doesn’t really sound like him, but maybe he wanted proof that Richard was dead, so he could celebrate.”
“He hated him that much?”
“From what I’ve heard, it certainly seemed like it.”
Nicole surveyed the clearing again, as always, drawn to
