The next morning Kyle and I woke up bright and early and went to the general store. Apparently that was the gist of the mysterious phone call. Apparently the person who ran the store wanted to see us.
Us? Why?
When we got there, a dark-haired lady named Berthe Girard walked up to the register.
"Sage Heilman?" she asked, in a lilting accent. I nodded cautiously.
"I looked on the guest list of the people staying at the base camp and your name came up." She let out a nervous laugh. "Leesen," she began, her accent becoming more pronounced. "I need you to do me a favor."
My French isn't that great, I think I only barely paid attention to when Mom was speaking it at home.
"I need you to get me zees priceless object I left while in one of the tombs."
Are you kidding? I thought to myself. Me, go into the tombs?
"I know zees is an unusual request. But, it is quite important."
After talking it over with Kyle, he said he would go with me, and we were on our way. I am not going to lie to you and say I wasn't scared out of my wits.
"To say you're the daughter of a famous explorer," Kyle teased, "you're sure not looking forward to this trip."
"I usually left the traveling to others," I quipped. The night before was still on my mind.
"Maybe you'll feel better once you actually do it."
My heart beat about a million times a minute when I saw the door leading to the underground tomb.
With Kyle beside me, I decided to walk inside. The place hadn't been touched in years.
Maybe even since Mom had been here last. Sheesh, I wished I could have called her. But I definitely doubted that cell phone service could reach all the way down here.
- to be continued -
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