picture of the gravestone.
“What are you doing?” Nick asked.
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“Being awesome, how about you?” Kelly drawled. He
pulled up the shot he’d just taken in his photo app and began
to play with the contrast, adding to the shadows, brightening
the lighter bits. Soon he had a representation of what the
marker probably read. He stood and showed it to Nick.
Nick grinned and nodded. “Being awesome indeed.”
“What’s it say?” JD asked, and they crowded around the
phone.
“Russell B. North,” Kelly read. “Is that significant?”
“Not to me,” Nick admitted.
“North,” JD said with a wave of his hand. “And the Battles
of Lexington and Concord. The Old North Bridge. It was
where the first shot of the war was fired.”
“How would he have gotten back there to leave
something?” Nick argued.
“He obviously stuck around Boston long enough to
commission a fucking headstone be carved. That would have
been what, at least a week? A few days? Time for him to range
out of Boston while it was being done. A single man traveling
out of the city with no weapons would have had free passage,
you said so yourself. Maybe the treasure itself was hidden
there.”
Kelly and Nick shared a look, and Kelly nodded. “Sounds
good to me.”
“Okay. Let’s rol .”
They rejoined Julian as he loitered near the entrance.
“Find it?”