This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,106
very good thing.
Cole’s going to find Stone’s mom. He’s going to stop the wedding because I asked him to. Because we had an agreement, a deal.
Lucas stands from his stool and heads toward the sink. He scoops up Wyatt’s plate on the way, dropping the dishes under the water. When I shove the last piece of French toast in my mouth, Wyatt takes my plate, too, and puts it with the rest of them. “Let’s get going. We’ll let the housekeeper take care of this.”
Lucas points at my bag and smirks. “Wild Girl’s. And here’s yours, Wyatt.” He points to the one next to mine, then grabs his own. Lucas hands the maps to me, and I shove them in my bag.
Twenty minutes later, we’re staring down the trailhead. The sun has more than just risen out around the peaks in the distance, and we start our journey to the area where we were last time. I don’t have to ask if Wyatt brought his gun or if we’re missing something because these guys are good partners.
We talk all the way up the mountain, wondering about Meghan and if she’ll show her face at school again. Wondering aloud about Stone and Rissa. I learn a few background pieces of information about Stone’s intended bride and how awkward she used to look. Not going to lie, I kind of wish the awkward phase had stuck with her because she’s beautiful now.
I also ask the guys to tell me different stories about Lance as we trek up the mountains where it gets steep and the loose pebbles roll downhill. The things I take in are chilling. He’s diabolical, and there’s no wonder why he got to be so rich. He’ll literally do whatever it takes to get there. He doesn’t care who he takes down or what happens to them. An old friend of his is currently in an insane asylum because of him.
The shit Wyatt and Lucas tell me sounds highly illegal. But just like Cole has cops in his pocket, so do the elite of Arizona.
It’s sickening. I can’t believe I ever used to envy them. It makes my stomach turn.
Hours later, we get to our spot. Sweat has slicked down my back, and as soon as I take my pack off, it feels like I dropped three hundred pounds. The good news is, the weather is getting better. There’s still the dry heat, but it’s a little cooler which makes these treks that much more welcoming.
“Pick a side, any side,” Wyatt jokes as he points to the two areas we were working on last time. We took all of our stakes down and covered our tracks as best we could. I’m glad we did, too, because I track footsteps that aren’t ours in the sand.
“We’ll have to be careful,” Lucas says as he follows my line of sight.
“I wonder if it’s Lance’s new guys....” I pause a moment. “I wonder how the hell he would even find people as knowledgeable as us about the treasure?”
“They don’t have to be knowledgeable about the treasure,” Wyatt tells me, voice darkening. “All they have to do is be good at following us.”
I worry my lip, not liking the sound of that. If the guys were good enough, they could follow us, minutes or even hours after we veered off the main trail. They might already know where we are.
The only thing I can be sure about is that they have no idea what we’re looking for. At least if they did come across us, they would think that we were searching for the treasure here in the rock face when in actuality, we’re searching for a clue to a clue. No one knows about the lantern but the Wilders.
Wyatt shimmies his pack off and starts to put together the metal detector. I point toward the section they were working on last Sunday. “Let’s overlap with what you guys did, and then we’ll start a new square in the middle.”
“Roger that,” Wyatt says, turning the detector on and listening to it beep as it warms up. “Let’s move our packs with us so we don’t leave them for anyone else to find. The last thing we need is for some dicks to start messing with us.”
Lucas picks up the shovel, and we start off. We use the GPS device to set up the stakes for a new grid to work on, and then we get to work.