Chapter 4“Mr. White.”
Alex looked up to see Xander in his typical attitude leaning against his office doorjamb. He smiled up at his friend, knowing that the formal address was a prelude to something interesting.
“Mr. Browne?”
“Got a little free time to join me in an adventure?”
Alex sat up straighter, reaching over to close the work windows on his computer. Whatever Xander had in mind, he would make the time.
“What’s up?”
“Treasure hunt. Follow me.” Xander simply turned and disappeared down the hall, while Alex pulled on his blazer and hastened in pursuit.
“I had a strange email from the Islamic department this morning,” Xander said softly as they stood on the elevator. “There’s a piece of silver that doesn’t—suddenly—make sense.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Alex, his ton
