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“What do you see?” I asked.
“A field,” Ranger said. “A road in the distance. The cemetery and church in the opposite direction.”
He dropped to the floor and walked to the safe. “This looks familiar,” he said.
“Looks identical,” Gabriela said. “The only difference is that this safe is set into the concrete wall.”
I was excited at the thought of opening the safe in the storage locker. I was filled with dread over the opening of this safe.
“I have a bad feeling,” I said. “I think we should get Ramone.”
“It’s your treasure,” Ranger said to Gabriela. “What’s your call?”
“I’m willing to roll the dice,” Gabriela said. “Give me Grandma’s keys and the wedding rings. I was watching Ramone. He started with the numbers on Grandma’s ring.”
“I’m not so sure,” I said. “He had both rings in his hand, and we were standing at a distance. And he was using some gizmo to help him hear the tumblers. If you start with the wrong number, you’ll blow us up.”
“I can feel the tumblers on this without a gizmo,” Gabriela said. “The only thing unusual about this safe is that it has two keys instead of one. The rest is basic. I opened a number of safes just like this in Portugal when I was looking for some stolen Patek Phillipe watches.”
“Did you find them?” I asked.
“Yes, but not in those safes. Those safes were filled with drugs, compromising pictures, and one had an entire Iberian ham leg.”
“Must have been a big safe,” I said.
“Average,” Gabriela said. “It was a relatively small pig.”
Ranger gave her the keys and the rings, and I backed away toward the ladder. “I might need some fresh air,” I said.
Gabriela inserted the keys. “They fit,” she said.
Ranger was behind her, focused.
“Grandma’s sequence starts with the number two,” Gabriela said.
She carefully turned the dial to the number two.
“Oops,” Gabriela said, when it didn’t tumble. “Shit.”
Ranger yanked her away from the safe and shoved her through the open doorway. He jumped into the tunnel after her and slammed the fire door shut. I was already halfway up the ladder. Gabriela and Ranger were close behind me.
Bang. The first explosion blew the fire door off just as we bolted out of the manhole. The ground shook, throwing me off balance, knocking me to my knees. Ranger jerked me to my feet, and we ran across the field until the second explosion sent us to the ground. The second explosion shot fire out of the manhole and blew a crater in the roof of the concrete bunker. Chunks of sod and concrete shot into the air and plummeted to the earth. Scraps of blue velvet floated down, and diamonds glinted in the sunlight like it was raining fairy dust. The ground rolled and rumbled, and a third explosion blasted the Rosolli chapel into nothing more than a memory.
“Hiroshima,” I said.
Gabriela nodded. “My bad. I shouldn’t have taken the risk.”
* * *
The first responders all went to the smoking rubble of the chapel. That left us to pick diamonds out of the scrub grass in the field.
“How many were there?” I asked Gabriela.
“One hundred and seventy-four, lovingly stored in four blue velvet cases.”
“Oh boy.”
After an hour, we had collected eighty-seven and we had attracted the attention of a couple of the men at the chapel site.
