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| "Absconding with the Treasure" by N. C. Wyeth |
(CrimeReads) ... “How did we not think to check the weather?” I asked, mostly rhetorically. “It’s the desert. I thought the weather was always the same here,” Beep said, looking perplexed. A pasty Canadian, he was shivering in the passenger seat in a gray fantasy sports T-shirt and black gym shorts, fully unprepared for the deluge. At least he was wearing a boonie hat he’d purchased because it seemed like good hunting gear, its floppy brim partially hiding his people-pleaser eyes. Just as well. I figured he’d be looking at me with disappointment for my embarrassing lack of preparation. Quite the auspicious start to our careers as treasure hunters. Continued
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