Chapter 8
As soon as Justine disappeared into the kitchen, Dad raised his chin and turned toward the closed door of his study. “I’ve got a line on a pre-Clovis North American find but haven’t managed to get my hands on anything yet. My newest acquisition, though, is well worth a peek.”
So this new girlfriend hadn’t been let in on the family secrets. I wasn’t keen in private-party antiquity sales, but still I nodded. This was my chance to speak to my father in private.
And, okay, I’ll admit it. Illicit pleasure thrilled through me as I entered the study then headed directly toward the far end while Dad locked the door behind our backs. Together, we swung a floor-to-ceiling bookcase sideways, revealing a well-lit stairway leading downward.
No dark, dank passages for my father. Instead, a
