"So why did you follow us down?"

"Actually, we didn't. I think we had the same idea at the same time. And I assume we are all after the same thing—the elusive treasure. So tell me, how did you find out about Fordlandia?"

"Why don't you answer it first," suggested Sabrina.

"Fair enough. Like you I'm sure, Mr. Honeycutt, I've known about Fordlandia my whole life." He obviously didn't know much about me or my family. "But I had tucked that piece of family history away. I never had any interest in it. I had also heard rumors my whole life about treasure, but I never made the connection to this place. Nothing was ever specified, so I just assumed it was hidden somewhere in New York. Frankly, I had come to believe that the whole thing was just a tale, that is, until Ms. Worth approached me. She made it sound as if you had more of the story, so I put some men on you. I apologize, by the way, for stealing the book from your apartment. The article did me little good. I assume there was other material you kept?"

I remained silent.

"I'm trying to be pleasant here," he said, irritation showing in his voice.

"Excuse us if we don't share your pleasantness," said Sabrina. "Being held at gunpoint twice has something to do with it."

"And I apologize for that, as well." He knew we weren't going to make this easy, so he moved on. "Anyway, I've always wondered if the treasure was still in Fordlandia, but I had nothing to go on. I knew the painting contained a clue, but of course, your phone was locked and I never did see it. So I had my men watch you. When they discovered that you had booked a trip to Miami, I knew where you were going. So we decided it was time we came too. Was the painting as illuminating as we hoped?"

"No," I answered.

Mario waited for more, got nothing, shrugged, and continued. "I'm here to see if we can team up. Somehow, Ms. Worth must have riled the wrong people, because it seems that everyone she came into contact with is in their sights. If they are not here yet, they will be soon."

"They're here, at least in Brazil. We were followed," I said.

Mario showed a flicker of concern.

"I know I'm not a part of this whole affair, but mind if I ask a question?" asked Emil. "If someone is trying to kill you, it seems to me that it has to be someone who knows about the treasure—not just knows about it, but knows where it is. I mean, if he's in the same boat as all of you and is looking for it, it would go against his best interests to kill you. After all, none of you have killed each other."

He had our attention.

"So if he knows what it is and where it is, why hasn't he come before now? Or, if he already found it, what use would he have in killing you?"