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crumpled paper from his desk.

He wasn’t an expert on photography, but he was still fairly certain the person who’d taken the pictures for the brochure was the same person who had taken the image he’d uncovered on the Internet about a year ago. The one that matched the final descriptive translation for the burial site of Nora Mecate’s super-warrior.

Somewhere on this dude ranch lay his last chance to vindicate both his mother’s, and his own, life’s work. Sure, he’d had his assistant leave a dozen unanswered phone messages, followed by as many unanswered e-mails. Then Matt had taken over and begun to write letters, reiterating the request for permission to dig. He’d yet to receive a single response. It infuriated him.

Deep down he knew that his single-minded devotion to proving his mother’s theory, or as much of it as could be proved, was based on guilt. He’d stopped believing in the super-warrior long ago. He’d started to wonder if his mother was the kook everyone thought her to be.

Grow up, Mom. I did.

Even now, Matt winced at the memory. She’d died still believing and he’d—

“Gone on,” Matt murmured. He hadn’t really known what else to do.

So, if Gina O’ Neil, owner of Nahua Springs Ranch, thought her silence would make him go away …

Matt booted up his computer and clicked the tab for expedia.com.

She’d soon find out how wrong she was.

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