Chapter 26

“Shall we?” Keith said, and Cole saw that he, too, was holding a gun. He gestured to the office.

Here we go again, and me with no hot coffee this time. An insane thought, and Cole knew it, but it came anyway.

“Have a seat, and let’s get down to business,” Keith said after closing the office door. “I saw an interesting article in the paper this morning. Now I might be reading things into it, but my take was that you know the whereabouts of some items I’m looking for.”

Cole sat, perching on the edge of the one of the chairs by the coffeemaker chest. Keith took the other one, keeping the gun pointed at Cole.

“Why, Keith?” Cole asked. The professor and archaeologist he had known and admired was gone. In his place sat a desperate and very frightening man.