Logan leaned back in his chair. “That was in the message you left on my phone. Interesting, but not very informative. What sort of treasure are you looking for?”

Abby’s smile widened. “Gold, Mr. Logan, at least two hundred million dollars’ worth.”

Logan’s expression didn’t change, the gigantic sum clearly not impressing him. “I assume you have some reason to believe you know where to find it, or at least have some clue as to where it’s supposed to be located.”

“I have a map, Mr. Logan. It was willed to me when my grandfather died. In the past few months, I’ve been making preparations to find it, but I need your help.”

“It’s just Gage, and you realize most treasure maps are fake, even the old ones.”

“Not this one. My grandfather was an explorer, much like you. His name was King Farrell. I believe you may have heard of him.”

Logan’s intense blue eyes sharpened. “King Farrell was your grandfather?”

“That’s right, my mother’s father. His travels kept him away a lot, but whenever he was home, we spent as much time together as possible. I loved hearing his stories, tales of his travels. When my mother fell ill, then passed away, we grew even closer.” She felt a pang just saying the words out loud. She had nursed her mother during the terrible years of her cancer. She still missed her every day.

“I’m sorry for your loss. I heard your grandfather has also passed.”

“That’s right. King died three months ago.” Abby blocked a fresh surge of emotion. “He left the map to me in his will, along with the house he owned here in Denver.”

“Go on.”

“Receiving his bequest gave me a choice. I could keep the house and forget the treasure. Or sell the house and use the money to finance an expedition. I sold the house.”

One of his dark brown eyebrows inched up. “You’re that sure the map he left you is real?”

“I know what people say about him. That all those years of searching for the Devil’s Gold drove him over the edge. They said he never produced any real evidence the treasure existed. They called it King’s Folly. They said he was a fool. But my grandfather was no fool.”

Gage leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. “So you’re completely certain the map is real.”

“I was fairly sure when I found out he’d left it to me in his will. Now that someone’s tried to kill me for it, I’m entirely certain.”

Gage straightened, his posture no longer relaxed. “Tell me what happened.”