“We need to plan for what’s ahead; you know that, don’t you?” Art Bearclaw stated, walking over to a small sidebar and pouring two small glasses of whiskey.
Ty watched his father from where he stood next to the windows in his office. They had retired to Ty’s office so they could talk in private. Tracy had received an important call and disappeared shortly after Ella and his mom had left the room. Ty ran his hand down over his face before he reached for the glass that his dad was holding out to him.
“You know things are bad when we are drinking whiskey after lunch,” Ty murmured, giving his dad a rueful shake of his head. “Yes, I know. Once word of Ella gets out, our lives will become a media circus.”
“Exactly. Every time there is a new archeological find, it is all over the news,” Art re
