Page 60 of Savage Knight
“No gold?”Phineas asked, sounding confused.“No silver?”
“Afraid not,” Jeremiah replied.“But it might have opals.”
Phineas thought for a moment.“Oh.I don’t know how to mine for that.”
Jeremiah shared a look with Evren, who was getting impatient with every minute that passed and they weren’t searching for Lowen.
“Jeremiah,” he said tightly.“We need to look for Lowen.”
“Lowen?”Phineas questioned.“I’ve heard that name.”
Evren’s attention snapped to him.“What?”
“Yeah.Mailliard said that name when he was last here.Wanted to hurt her.”
“Did he say where he was planning on taking her?”
“Well, not really.He did mention some warehouses that had special accommodations for visitors, if you know what I mean.”
Fear blanketed Evren’s hope.What warehouses?Where were they?There were warehouses all over Clark County.Saxon immediately pulled out his phone, walking a little bit away to talk to whoever was on the other side of the call he placed.
“Are the opals valuable?”Phineas asked.
“Depends,” Jeremiah answered.“Like other gemstones, value is placed on color and clarity.Remember, though, the geologist couldn’t verify that opals were there, just the chance of them.”
“They’re there,” Evren said.“Lowen said she heard Mailliard say they were N1.”
Jeremiah’s eyebrows shot up.“Seriously?”
Phineas cast his gaze to the ground, shaking his head as the toe of his boot scraped some dirt.Finally, after a long moment that almost snapped Evren’s patience, he glanced back at Jeremiah.
“Then I reckon you’re the best person to take care of this mine,” the old man said.“I’ll turn it over to you.Recoup your money and keep it out of that maniac’s hands.”
Jeremiah nodded.“When this mess is all over, I’d like for us sit down and talk.I admire your dedication to Direridge.”
“All right,” Phineas said, sounding confused.
“Maybe we can work out a partnership deal.”
Phineas blinked.“You’d let me stay here?”
Jeremiah shot a quick, understanding look at Evren.“I’ve recently learned that some things are worth taking a chance on.”
Saxon hurried back.“I got it.”
“Got what?”Evren asked.
“Where Scias’s warehouses are.The bartender I, uh, interviewed.”Saxon paused and threw a quick glance at Phineas.“Yeah, so, him.The entire time he was strung ...uh, sitting docilly in front of my desk, he kept babbling about his other job at the warehouse.Remember, Jeremiah?”
“I do.”
“We don’t know that’s where she’s being held,” Evren argued.“It might not be the warehouses.”
“But it makes the most sense,” Saxon said matter-of-factly.“It’s full of construction machinery, including a backhoe, which is the easiest way to dig a grave.”
Horror washed through Evren.“Oh, fuck.Where is this warehouse?”
“Interstate 95 North,” Saxon replied.He turned on his heel and started marching away.“I’ll drive!”
