Look What the Wind Blew In by Ann Charles

Author:Ann Charles [Charles, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 194036423X
Amazon: B00SWJO1Z6
Publisher: Ann Charles
Published: 2015-01-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Itza: The ruling family of Chichen Itza, “Water Witch.”

Quint escaped to his tent, zipping the mesh flap closed behind him. After spending all afternoon helping the crew clear rubble from behind the Owl Temple, he wanted to fall onto his cot and sleep for half a day.

Grabbing his shower towel, he used it to dry the sweat from his face and hair. The lantern on his desk cast a soft light, pushing back the early evening’s shadows. His stomach rumbled as he lifted the cot and pulled out the envelope Jeff had sent via Pedro.

He sat down on his cot while opening the envelope and drew out a notebook. Its green cardboard cover was worn white along the edges. He laid it on the cot next to him. Reaching into the envelope again, he pulled out a single sheet of paper with Jeff’s handwriting.

“I finally found Mom’s notes! They were in Dad’s chair. She’d made this hidden compartment under the seat cushion. It was a pure accident that I found it, and I have a bump on my head to prove it. Good luck figuring out what she wrote. I look forward to hearing from you.”

Quint returned the letter to the envelope and picked up the notebook. The answers to why she’d been watching Steel for years had better be inside. If not … well, he wasn’t usually a quitter, but after Steel’s news about the plane wreck, he wondered if there was anything of Dr. Hughes left down here besides memories.

The scrawls on the pages made him grab the lantern and bring it closer. He’d forgotten how hard it was to read Mrs. Hughes’ chicken scratch. He flipped through, scanning, stopping when he saw mention of a plane wreck.

October 17th

I got a phone call this morning from a representative of the Mexican government. They found the wreckage of a plane in the jungle, somewhere near the Guatemalan border, and said they were sorry to inform me that my husband was on it. His luggage was found near the wreckage and is being sent to me. There was evidence of him inside the plane—his satchel and college ring. Close by on the jungle floor was a boot with his name written in it, something Henry did ever since his stint in the Navy. Some of his foot was still in it they said, mostly just bones. They figure an animal dragged away what was left of his body, because they couldn’t find it. They are sending me the ring and satchel. I told them to keep the boot. It’s been fifteen years since I last saw my husband. Why does the pain still feel so fresh?

October 18th

They say he was on that plane, but the more I think about it, the more I don’t believe them. He never wore his lucky ring. He carried it in a small leather pouch that I’d sewn into the liner of his luggage. Something isn’t right here, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

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