“I get it,” Kelly said suddenly. “The cross is made of layers
of gold. It’s wrapped in the scrolls, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is.” Alex was solemn. “They knew the Church
would never desecrate a cross. The scrolls would be safe
until . . . well, I guess until more enlightened minds could
discover them.”
“Enlightened minds like yourself?” Nick asked.
Alex rolled her eyes. “Don’t pretend you’re after that
treasure for altruistic reasons. Please. Dr. Hunt and I were
hired by Alco Pharmaceuticals. We’re supposed to find the
ancient formulas.”
Julian scoffed at her. “A pharmaceutical company hired
treasure hunters?”
“Cancer is big money,” Alex stated almost sadly.
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Nick loosened his hold on her arm. “Why’d you pretend
to be a professor at Boston College to give me an ID? Why
not just come in and claim JD?”
Alex met JD’s eyes. “Because he ran out on us. One night
we figured out that the trail led us to Massachusetts, and we
finished a bottle of wine in celebration. The next morning,
he was gone. I thought he was after the treasure for a rival
company, so I had to follow him quietly.”
JD met Nick’s eyes. He was breathing hard, realization
sweeping over his face. “Oh my God,” he whispered.
“JD . . .”
“It’s all true then,” JD cried. “Iama bad guy! I’m a
murderer and a thief and . . . and maybe a kidnapper! And
I betrayed people who were supposed to be my friends and
colleagues! You even said you trusted me! Jesus!”