But manners come first, and I can’t exactly leave him out and just thank them for letting me stay here for tonight.
Apparently we didn’t find a cannonball.
Chuck and Rafael said that we found amortar ball.
And since they can explode, it was obvious we had to clear out of the camper. It’s too close to the cabin, and we don’t know how big the blast would be if the cannonball—excuse me,mortar ballspontaneously went off.
And this was easiest.
And I’m grateful coming here is an option.
“Are you kidding? I’d be so pissed if I didn’t get to help.” Beck grabs a chip loaded with dip and gestures to us with it. “Did you really find a bomb? In a cabin? Did Thorny Rock put it there? Or is it some kind of replica and whoever lived in the house set it up to look like a crime scene under the stairs?”
“He’s like a gremlin, except when you feed him after midnight, he gets very chatty and embraces his inner child,” Davis tells me.
Sarah smiles. “Accurate. Beck. Put the food away. We’re all going to bed. The girls will be up in just a few hours.”
“But Rafael said they foundbones.”
“No, we didn’t.”
All of us look at Davis.
He sighs and lifts his gaze to the ceiling. “Three days, okay? Give me three goddamn days before you tell anyone else we found bones.”
“He’s frustrated,” I whisper to Sarah.
“It’s so odd,” she whispers back.
“I know.”
That earns me an unamused look from the frustrated man.
Beck crunches on a chip. “Oh, shit, I haven’t seen you look like that since?—”
“Don’t say it.”
“Denver. Not since Denver.”
“What happened in Denver?” Sarah asks.
Beck freezes.
Looks at the last bit of chip in his hand.
And then he very unconvincingly says, “Nothing.”
Davis shakes his head. “I’m sleeping in the pool house.”
I straighten. “I’m going with him.”
Beck and Sarah share a look, then they share a grin.
“This house is fucking magic,” Beck says.
Davis flips him off. “I’m staying in the pool house.” He looks at me. “You can have a guest bed in here.”
“You know that thing where the vast majority of my experience with men I’ve trusted has actually been with psychopaths? Like guys who toss my house, guys who gaslight me, narcissists, thieves, con artists, blah blah blah? How do I know you’re not going to go hunting for the treasure without me?”
