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Chapters (49)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Epigraph
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. EPILOGUE
  49. Teaser chapter

Abby nodded. She was sure she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but in minutes, exhaustion claimed her.

She dreamed of King and the Devil’s Gold.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

GAGE BROUGHT ABBY PADZULES FOR BREAKFAST—TORTILLAS FILLED with hard-boiled eggs and a tomato and pumpkin-seed sauce.

She just shook her head. “Thanks, but I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat, honey. We have no idea what we’re going to be facing out there today. If you won’t do it for you, do it for King.”

Abby reluctantly accepted the tortilla and managed to get the food down. She dressed in her work clothes, and Gage followed her to her grandfather’s room, then stood watch outside the door. Velásquez’s man Hector stood a few feet away, his hand on the pistol strapped to his waist.

The wind was blowing, rattling the trees and driving dirt and leaves across the ground. Thick black clouds darkened the sky overhead, and the smell of rain hung in the air. A big tropical storm was coming, and it wasn’t far away.

Gage spotted the guy with the ugly scar, Santos, lounging against the wall, a band of bullets draped across his chest, and carrying an assault rifle. Gage didn’t see Edge, Trace, or Skye, but he knew they were out there.

No one seemed aware of his security team. Whoever had brought the letter must have dropped it off and just left. They’d caught a break there.

As Gage waited for Abby, he felt a rush of sympathy for what she was facing with her grandfather. He knew how it felt to lose someone you cared about. He’d lost both his parents a year apart when he’d been in his teens, and then Cassandra had died. Gage knew how badly it would hurt if Abby lost King.

Another door down the corridor opened, and Mateo walked out. Carlos was staying behind with Zuma and King. The boy had been living on his own for years, and Zuma would look out for him. He’d heard Paulo saying that Hector would be staying behind to guard them.

“How is the old man?” Mateo asked as he walked up. Gage had told Velásquez’s men that Mateo was essential to the search. They had found his knife and taken it, but allowed him to accompany them this morning.

“Not good. I don’t think he has much time. He wants Abby to find the treasure, so that’s what we’re going to do.”

Mateo glanced around. By Gage’s count, ten men plus Hector, who would stay behind, were being paid to ensure Velásquez wound up with the gold.

All of it, Gage was sure. No way did the man intend to settle for half.