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down south to confuse scholars.”
    â€œWhere’s the cave now?” He hadn’t seen anything about it in his travels or research.
    â€œIt collapsed during the 1989 earthquake, but the artifacts are all over the world. Including at the museum in town.”
    Something he would have to go see for himself, he thought. “What do matriarchal Mayans have to do with the man shortage in town?”
    She glanced at him, then turned her attention back to the road. “There’s a curse.”
    â€œDid you hit your head this morning?”
    She laughed. “Okay, there’s a rumor of a curse. I don’t know the details.”
    â€œThat’s convenient.”
    â€œSomething about men and the world ending in 2012.”
    â€œDr. Hendrix, I expected better from you.”
    â€œSorry. That’s all I know. You might ask Pia. She mentioned something about doing a Mayan festival in 2012.”
    â€œTo celebrate the end of the world?”
    â€œLet’s hope not.”
    Talk about a crazy history. A Mayan curse? In the Sierra Nevada mountains? And to think he’d been worried that small-town living would be boring.
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    P IA CAREFULLY COLLECTED cat food, dishes, cat toys and a bed that Jake had never used. Jo, the cat’s new owner, had said she’d bought a new litter box and litter. After making sure she hadn’t forgotten anything, Pia got the pet carrier out of the closet and opened it.
    She expected to have to chase Jake down and then wrestle him into the plastic-and-metal container, but he surprised her by glancing from it to her, then creeping inside.
    â€œYou want to go, don’t you,” she whispered as she closed and secured the front latch.
    The cat stared at her, unblinking.
    Crystal had said he was a marmalade cat—sort of a champagne-orange with bits of white on his chin. Sleek and soft, with a long tail and big green eyes.
    She stared back at him.
    â€œI wanted you to be happy. I really tried. I hope you know that.”
    Jake closed his eyes, as if willing her to be done.
    She picked up the tote holding his supplies in one hand and the pet carrier in the other. She took the stairs slowly, then put Jake and his things in the backseat of her car.
    The drive to Jo’s only took a few minutes. She parkedin front of the other woman’s house. Before she could get out, Jo had stepped out onto the front porch, then hurried down the steps.
    â€œI’m ready,” the other woman called as Pia got out of her car. “It’s weird. I haven’t had a cat in so long, but I’m really excited.”
    Jo opened the back door of the car and took out the carrier. “Hi, big guy. Look at you. Who’s a handsome kitty?”
    The cooing singsong voice was nearly as surprising as the words. For a woman who prided herself on running her neighborhood bar with a combination of strict rules and not-so-subtle intimidation, Jo’s sweet baby talk was disconcerting.
    Pia collected the tote and followed Jo into her house.
    Jo had moved to Fool’s Gold about three years ago and bought a failing bar. She’d transformed the business into a haven for women, offering great drinks, big TVs that showed more reality shows and shopping channels than sports, and plenty of guilt-free snacks. Men were welcome, as long as they knew their place.
    Jo was tall, pretty, well-muscled and unmarried. Pia would guess she was in her midthirties. So far Jo hadn’t been seen with a man, or mentioned one from her past. Rumors ranged from her being a mafia princess to a woman on the run from an abusive boyfriend. All Pia knew for sure was that Jo kept a gun behind the bar and she looked more than capable of using it.
    Pia stepped into Jo’s and closed the front door. The house was older, built in the 1920s, with plenty of wood and a huge fireplace. All the doors off the living roomwere closed and a sheet blocked the entrance to the stairs.
    â€œI’m