CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Flying into Houston on Saturday, just nine days before Christmas, was crazy. The airport was packed with holiday travelers, and it took Taylor a few minutes to find Linda Frederick, one of her closest and longest friends. They hugged, oblivious to the mayhem around them, then went in search of Taylor’s bags. Once they had her suitcase, they pushed their way through to the parking lot. The quiet inside Linda’s car was a welcome break.

“What the heck is going on?” Linda asked as she drove. She was a natural blonde with widely spaced eyes, high cheekbones and a quick smile. She had a habit of going google-eyed whenever someone made a comment she considered interesting. She was five-ten and medium-boned, but in excellent shape and wore stylish clothes that accented her figure. Linda Frederick was a woman who turned heads.

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Taylor said, cracking the window and enjoying the warm Texas air. It was a pleasant change from the cold winds coming in off the bay.

“Try me.” Linda grinned, and her face lit up. Always happened. You just couldn’t dislike someone who glowed every time she smiled.

Taylor spent the entire drive to Linda’s house recounting what had happened. Her friend simply drove and kept her mouth shut, listening. When Taylor finished, the car was completely silent for a minute. Linda pulled into her driveway and switched off the ignition. She unclipped her seatbelt and shifted in her seat so she was facing Taylor.

“You’re heading for Mexico to try to find this Edward Brand guy who stole thirteen million dollars from you?”

“You got it.”

“And Alan is in on this?”

“Yes.” Taylor could feel her eyes start to tear, but as quickly as it started, it stopped. “There’s no doubt about it. Everything pointed to him being part of the scam, but when I saw the divers pull him out of the car, I knew for sure.”

“Taylor, this whole thing is just unbelievable!”

“Tell me about it. I’ve spent the last three years of my life married to a man whose only connection to me was my money. You want to talk about feeling slightly used.” This time the tears spilled down her cheeks.

Linda reached over and took her hand. “Okay, God, you poor woman. What can I do for you? Anything. Just name it, I’m there for you.”

Taylor managed a partial smile. “It’s not so bad, what I need you to do. In fact, you’ll probably like it.”

“What?” Linda asked, ready to burst.

“I need you to use my credit card every day or two so the FBI agent in cahoots with Brand thinks I’m in Houston. You’ll be spending my money on new clothes and dinners at fancy restaurants.”

Linda really glowed when she smiled. “That, is no problem.”

“Didn’t think so.”

Taylor spent Saturday and Sunday with Linda and her husband, John, before flying out to Washington. They hugged again at the airport, and Linda looked her right in the eyes.

“Be careful, Taylor. It’s only money. Don’t do anything that could get you hurt or killed. It’s not worth it.”

“You’re probably right. But the way I’m feeling right now, I want revenge. I want to destroy both Alan and Edward Brand. I want them to suffer.”

“Vindictive little bitch, aren’t you?” Linda said. “Didn’t know you had that side in you.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s there. It’s coming out more and more each day. I’m really focused on this. I think I’ve got a way to get Edward Brand.”

“Be careful.”

“Promise.”

Taylor headed through the security check and into her gate area. The flight was on time, and Kelly was waiting at Dulles. They walked together to his car, and he drove straight to his condo. It was three in the afternoon when they arrived, and he unloaded her suitcase in the spare bedroom. Taylor freshened up, and when she came into the kitchen the unmistakable aroma of freshly baked muffins greeted her. Kelly put two muffins on a plate and set them and the butter in front of her.

“I feel spoiled,” she said, spreading the butter and biting in.

“You should. It took me all day to bake those.”

“Liar,” Taylor said. “But nice try.”

Kelly poured tea for both of them and sat across the table from her. “What’s up?” he asked.

“I think I might have a way to get Edward Brand back for what he did.”

“Not Alan?” Kelly asked, sipping his tea.

“Not right now. Like you said, concentrate on Edward Brand and Alan’s turn will come in time.”

“Revenge with a schedule,” Kelly said. “So how does it work?”

“There’s a region in southern Mexico called Oaxaca. It’s been inhabited by native tribes since about 200 ad. Three of the tribes that were influential were the Zapotecs, the Mixtecs and the Aztecs. Guess what that means?”

“Well, the Aztecs were well known for working with gold. So I’d have to guess that you’re thinking about treasure of some sort.”

“Absolutely.” Taylor spent fifteen minutes filling Kelly in on the ancient city of Monte Alban, high above the cloud forests of central Mexico. About the possible existence of treasure hidden somewhere in the ruins. And about the earthquake in 1999 that had closed down any treasure hunting and placed Monte Alban strictly off limits.

“So how does the hidden treasure relate to Edward Brand?”

“We set him up,” Taylor said. “We get him to believe that we’ve found the treasure and once he’s at Monte Alban, we call the Mexican police. They arrest him and throw him in jail. He spends the next twenty years rotting in a Mexican prison.”

Kelly was thoughtful. Finally, he said, “I like the idea, but not the ending. I don’t think it’ll work.”

“Why not?”

“Brand’s got too much money. He can buy his way out of something as inconsequential as looking for artifacts in a banned area. If we could nail him for murder or something more substantial, that might work. But not for entering an archeological dig that’s been deemed unsafe because of an earthquake. He’ll walk.”

Taylor leaned back in her chair and asked, “You said you liked the idea. Got any ideas for a different ending?”

“Not sure.” He thought for a minute, then asked her a couple of questions. “What do you know about Monte Alban? How the missing treasure got there? Where it might be?”

She finished her tea and set the empty mug on the table. “The Zapotec tribe built Monte Alban, but they abandoned it sometime around 1000 ad. After that the Mixtec tribe came along and revitalized it. They also built hundreds of tombs and burial sites—more than two hundred tombs and three hundred burial sites have already been opened and pillaged. One of them, Tumba Seven, was an absolute gold mine. Inside were over five thousand objects, priceless works by the Mixtecs. You name it, it was in there. Precious stones, gold, ivory, jade, pearl—the value of the find was in the hundreds of millions of dollars. And that’s not counting what the Aztecs left on the site.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope. Here’s the great part of the story. The experts agree that only about ten percent of the city has been uncovered.”

“So there’s the possibility of finding more treasure somewhere on the site,” Kelly said thoughtfully. He could see the logic behind Taylor’s idea.

“That’s what I was hoping Brand would think. If we could entice him to the ruins, we could set him up.”

“I don’t think trying to get the Mexican police to throw him in prison is the best plan. But I’ve got something that might work.” There was a sparkle in his eyes. “Another ending, so to speak.”

“What?” she asked, leaning forward against the table.

“Rather than putting Brand in a Mexican jail, we hit him where it really hurts. We take his money.”

“How?”

“It’ll take a lot of planning, but here’s the idea. We find someone in Mexico we can trust. A native Mexican who could be associated with Monte Alban and not raise any red flags. Then we have him approach Edward Brand with a story of found treasure. But the man who knows where the treasure is can’t get at it. He needs help. He needs financing before he can attempt to move the gold and jewels. There are officials to be bribed, palms to be greased, supplies to be purchased. He gets Brand interested. Once we get Brand on the hook, we clean him out.”

Taylor’s eyes gleamed at the thought. “We can do that?”

“Maybe. Like I said, it’ll take a lot of planning and perfect execution. We’d be conning a con man. We need him to believe there is treasure inside the tombs and that we’ve got the means to get that treasure out. Once we’ve done that, we reel him in. We get him to advance the bribe money. That gives us access to his bank accounts.”

“Jesus, Kelly. You think we can fool him? He’s probably one of the smoothest con men on the planet.”

Kelly smiled. “Maybe. It’s a challenge. But I know you, Taylor. You’re never one to back down from an opportunity.”

“What about Alan?”

“Alan’s turn will come. Right now we work on Edward Brand.”

Taylor held up her mug. Kelly clinked his mug against hers. “To getting even,” she said.

“To heck with getting even,” Kelly said. “Here’s to getting it all.”