“I can, though we’re going to have to think of something else to pull up Simon. He won’t be able to reach it. It seems he wasn’t on his high school basketball team.”
“Go ahead,” he said. “I have more tape in my pack. I’ll make another rope.”
“I hope duct tape is tax deductible.”
“Given that it’s being used in our pursuit of pictures of monsters that are going up on our webpage to make us advertising money, I should think so.”
“I’d love to be in the room when you explain that to the IRS auditor.”
“Hm,” Simon said, “maybe we’ll just categorize it under shipping supplies.”
Temi had finished tying the whip, so I grasped the handle. Even with its aid, the climb wasn’t easy. I struggled to pull myself up, hand-over-hand until I was high enough that I could thrust my feet against the walls to reduce the strain on my arms. Given how physical our workdays had been of late, Simon and I might have to add gym memberships to our tax deductions too.
“What happened up here?” I asked while Simon worked on Rope Number Two. “Did you have any warning that those guys were climbing out, or did they see you?”
“Your rope started smoking, then burst into flames,” she said. “I took that as a warning.”
“Er, I would too.”
“I rushed over there and hid.” Temi pointed toward a couple of thick-trunked trees growing from the bank. “I’d barely reached the spot when one climbed out, with the other right after.”
“Wait, they climbed out after they torched the rope?”
She nodded. “They seemed quite agile.”
My mind boggled at the idea. I’d barely made it out with the whip.
“One of them was carrying something too,” Temi said.
“Oh?” I hadn’t seen a thing in the dark down there, aside from those eyes.
“It was bundled up, but a handle or maybe a hilt stuck out of the end. If I had to guess, I’d say it was a sword.”
“A sword? What would that be doing down there? Nobody in North America had swords until the Spaniards showed up.” An image of an Aztec Macuahuitl came to mind, but that was more like a sharpened club than a sword.
“It can’t be a Spanish sword?” Temi asked.
“Well, I guess it could if the cavates aren’t as old as I thought. Or… I don’t know. They dug under the caves, didn’t they? For something buried… when? Before the cavates were dug? It’d make even less sense for a sword to be in there, then, don’t you think?” I was puzzled, but I was fascinated. I really wanted to talk to those riders again. And figure out a way to convince them to provide answers to my oodles of questions.
“I don’t even know what a cavate is,” Temi pointed out.
“My rope’s ready,” Simon called up. “Can someone catch it?”
“Yes,” Temi and I said together.
Something slapped the side of the hole, then splashed into the water below. “Oops, just a second. This is going to take a few tries.”
A distant roar sounded from farther up the valley. Motorcycles starting up.
I grimaced. “Not that there was much room for maneuvering, but I wish we’d hidden Zelda.”
“We’ll have to hope they thought incinerating the rope was enough of a delaying tactic,” Temi said.
A wad of braided duct tape flopped out of the hole. I caught it before it could fall back in, then tied the end around the stump. “If they incinerated the van, Simon will be devastated.”
“I didn’t get the sense that they felt that… angry toward us,” Temi said.
“What gives you that idea?”
“I thought I was pretty quiet in moving toward my hiding spot, but they both looked toward my trees before they jogged off up the riverbed.”
“They saw you?” I asked, then leaned over the hole. “You’re set, Simon.”
“Thanks, coming now,” he called up.
“I can’t be positive, but it seemed so,” Temi said. “After eyeing my hiding spot, they exchanged looks with each other. I thought their expressions were more… exasperated than murderous.”
“It’s true that I didn’t get a murderous vibe when I talked to the chatty one either,” I said. “Though I definitely don’t think we should consider them buddies.”
“Which one is the ‘chatty’ one?”
“Uh, the younger one. I guess I can’t be sure if he’s younger, but he seems more innocent. Less hard and chiseled. That’s Eleriss. Blue Eyes.”
Scuffs and pants drifted up from below. Simon was having as much fun with the climb as I’d had.
“What’s the other one’s name?” Temi asked. “He was more… striking.”
“Jakatra.”
Simon’s head popped up, then he stuck his hands out on either side of the hole. The worried crease on his brow didn’t seem to have anything to do with the climb. He was frowning at Temi, though she was gazing off in the direction the riders had gone.
“Who’s striking?” Simon mouthed to me.
“It’s not important.” I stood and helped him the rest of the way out of the hole. Even if Temi thought Jakatra was a handsome cat, she’d reassess any attraction once she saw those eyes on a dark night. I shuddered. I told myself it was because of my soaking clothing, but I wasn’t certain that was the truth.
CHAPTER 15
By the time we made it back to the van, the sky had grown a few shades darker. The sight of Zelda’s blue paint filled me with relief. The van hadn’t been incinerated or otherwise demolished. So long as Eleriss and Jakatra hadn’t decided to pay us back with slashed tires…
Perhaps fearing the same thing, Simon jogged ahead. While he was doing a lap around the van, his gaze toward the tires, I noticed that the driver-side window had been rolled up. It had been down before, hadn’t it? Yes, and I’d cracked the one on the passenger side a few inches too. Now all of the windows were up.
“I think our friends may have visited the van again,” I said.
Simon followed my gaze to the windows, then he tried the side door. We’d locked it, but he opened it without needing a key. “I knew it! I’ve got those punks now!”
He jumped inside, his fists balled, then lunged for the corner where he kept the Dirt Viper.
“Huh, it’s still here,” he said.
I climbed inside. “If they found their sword, they wouldn’t need a metal detector anymore.”
“Their sword?” Simon asked.
“You didn’t hear that part?”
“Must have been when I was grunting and straining to get out of that hole.”
“When they left, Temi saw them carrying a bundle she thought might be a sword,” I said. Temi had fallen behind on the jog back to the van, but she was limping out of the riverbed now. I gave her a wave, then turned the motion into a scratch of my jaw and peered around the van. “If the metal detector is here, what’s missing?”
“I’m… not sure. But I can find out.” Simon headed toward the front. “Could be they enjoyed the springiness of our seat cushions the last time they broke in and came in to rest their feet.”
“Yes, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been tempted to jump into random people’s cars to take a load off, if only I knew how to pick the locks.”
Simon had left his MacBook on the dashboard, but he frowned when he got up there. It was upside down on the floor. “Weird.”
I sniffed. “Does the van smell like cleaning solution to you?”
“Now that you mention it… yes, which is odd. Because we don’t clean.” He picked up the computer and prodded a key, bringing the screen to life, though it brightened gradually instead of simply flashing on, like usual.
“Hey, I sweep out the bread crumbs now and then.”
Temi leaned inside. “Perhaps we should discuss this from the safety of town. It’s starting to get dark, and it took us a while to drive out here.”
“Good idea.” Even if the monster was twenty miles to the north, I didn’t relish the idea of navigating the tangle of unmarked forest service and logging roads in the dark.
“Wait,” Simon said. “Let’s see what my camera footage caught.”