A fortune undoubtedly lay at their fingertips. A fortune they dare not flaunt, because by all rights, it did not belong to them. She withdrew her hand from the pillow case and grimaced. “We can't expose this treasure to the light of day.”

“Yeah,” Isabel reluctantly agreed, “because it probably doesn't belong to us. Right?”

“I know you usually like me to agree with you, but just this once I wish it wasn't necessary.”

“What do we do now?” she asked, looking to her older sibling for an answer. Speaking for herself, she suddenly felt like bolting for cover. Someone might be watching them with murder in mind. However, since she didn't want to drop the treasure and leave it behind, running for cover probably wouldn't accomplish much.

“I've got the creeps, Izzy. As if we're being watched by whoever gleeped this loot.”

“I was just thinking something like that. Price tags are a dead giveaway. The stuff has to be loot, stolen, then either lost or hidden to retrieve later.”

“Only we kinda did the retrieving.”

Volume III - Skyjacked

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