Eli opened his bag, and unwrapped the item, first removing the newspaper, then the bubble wrap. He placed the green death mask on the table.
“Dios mio. That is Mayan, I think.” María Elena scratched her chin as she stared at the ítem. “My oldest son is a curator at one of the antiquities museums. He was always fascinated with the ancient native people before the Spanish. He would beg me to take him to all these museums in the city when he was young, so I know from the style it’s Mayan. Do you mind if I take a picture and send it to him?”
Eli crossed his arms. He didn’t want the Mexican government involved. He’d brought this piece to be looked at and then find some channel to return it to the people. He knew the ancient Mayans no longer survived; but, their descendants were scattered thro
