“There’s a letter,” he said, torn between hoping King had actually found the Devil’s Gold and revealed its location, and the knowledge that, in searching for it, Abby would once more be putting herself in danger.

She scanned the letter, carefully read every line, then looked up at Gage. “King says most of the gold was moved out of the Superstitions years before the last Apache attack. He says the Peraltas smelted the ore and transported the ingots to the family’s sisal plantation in the Yucatán Peninsula. They did it for years, stashing it in Mexico for future generations.”

She stared down at the letter, re-read a few lines, then looked back up at him. “King says the old family estate, Hacienda del Oro Verde, fell into ruins over the centuries, but the treasure is still there. The gold he left in the safe deposit box was part of the booty, but he wasn’t able to bring the rest out. He gives specific instructions on where to find it beneath the ruined hacienda, which is located deep in the tropical forest.”

She tapped the letter. “He says we’ll need to cut a deal with the government, offer them a percentage of what we find before we go in. That’s the only way we’ll be able to bring out the gold.”

She gazed down at the letter. “King wishes me luck. He warns me not to go in alone. He says to find someone I can trust to go with me.” Tears welled in her eyes, and a single drop spilled onto her cheek. “He says I should take the information to you, Gage. He says Gage Logan is a man I can trust, one of the best treasure hunters in the world.”

“Well, fuck.”

Abby looked up at him and wiped the tear from her cheek. “I told you he talked about you. He admired you, Gage.” Her voice trembled. “So do I.”

Gage shook his head. “Don’t ask this of me, Abby. It’s too much. If something happened to you—”

“I’m going, Gage. There’s nothing you can do to stop me. I need your help. Say you’ll go with me.”

His chest clamped down so hard he could barely drag in a breath of air. He’d stupidly believed if he took Abby into the Superstitions, she would get her fill of treasure hunting. Instead, the lure of gold had her firmly in its grip. She would go to Mexico. Nothing he could do or say would stop her.

He thought of his nightmares. They’d returned after Ray Peters held a gun to Abby’s head. She could have been killed. It would have been another death on his conscience.

“We’re partners,” Abby pressed. “I need you, Gage.”

She did need him. Hunting treasure was what he did, and he was one of the very best.