Chapter 62

“Let them go, and I’ll help you find the treasure.”

Vic scoffed. He released Merrick, then went to Wyatt.

Merrick rubbed his neck, surprised to not find blood there. He glanced at Grant, who was pale.

Vic held the knife at Wyatt’s heart.

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Don’t play me for a fool, Wyatt. You know where that gets you.”

Wyatt pursed his lips.

“Your dad said the paintings lead to treasure. If you won’t tell me, I bet I can find a way to make him talk.” Vic stepped back. “I will find him, too. Placed a tracker on the Jeep before my guys raided the house. Your dad won’t get far.”

“Leave him alone.” Wyatt clenched his fists. “If I knew, I’d tell you. You have the paintings, they’re the key to it all. Now leave my family alone.”

“I’m afraid that’s not good enough.” Vic returned the knife to Wyatt’s chest. “I want that treasure, and you’re going to get it for me. You have three days before one of them dies. Which one will it be?”