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Porter’s head cocked. “Why would he...Oh. Oh no.” Porter pressed his fingers to his eyes.
    “Ugh. Shit. Now I need a brain scrub to get the picture out of my head.”
    “You mean they were out here having sex?” James gaped. “In the rain?”
    “Shut up, man.” Porter groaned. “You’re not helping.”
    Gwen sighed and leaned against the doorjamb. “I think that’s wonderful.”
    “Wonderful?” Porter eyed her through his fingers.
    “That they still play and have fun with each other after all this time. It’s just,” she lifted a shoulder. “Wonderful.”
    “But it’s our parents,” Porter whined. “You’re not supposed to think of your parents doing stuff like that. It’s unhealthy.”
    Gwen snorted. “Come on, Porter. You’re an adult. You know these things happen. You’ve probably done it yourself a time or too.”
    “While I agree it’s great they still, uh, play,” Rome interjected before his brother could form a retort, his breath a warm whisper along Gwen’s cheek, “I have to side with Porter. It’s not something I want to dwell on. Especially considering the participants. So next topic. What’s with the hole?”
    “Porter thinks someone’s after the Morgan treasure.”
    Gwen told him.
    Rome’s arm brushed hers as he scrubbed a hand over his face. “First squatters, then poachers and now treasure hunters?”
    “Unless our parents were doing something else kinky.”
    Porter lamented.
    A chime sounded from James’ watch and he glanced down at the time. “Sorry guys, but I gotta go.”
    “That’s right. Matt’s party.” Porter looked from James to Rome. “What do you want to do?”
    Rome’s lips pursed in thought, drawing Gwen’s eye, but before her mind could skyrocket into fantasy mode, his spoke, engaging her brain into reality. “We’ll call the police when we get back, just so there’s a record of trespassing and vandalism. The only prints would have been on the lock, which between the three of us we obliterated, and a new one obviously won’t sway the hunters.”
    “What about posting guards or something?” Gwen asked.
    “That will only delay the search.” Rome said, sounding so positive that she believed him. “We can’t keep a guard out here indefinitely. I say let them dig to China. When they don’t find anything, they’ll move on.”
    Though it seemed logical to Gwen, she couldn’t abide letting criminals get away. As everyone moved outside and Porter closed the door, Gwen refused to let it go. “What about a camera? A motion sensor one?”
    The idea must have intrigued Rome because he didn’t respond in the negative right away. “It would have to be wireless, with the capacity to travel over several miles.
    Maybe a satellite one?” The latter he said more to himself then her. “I’ll have to make some calls.”
    Though he was no longer with the government, Gwen imagined he had contacts that could provide him with everything he might need. Satisfied at his willingness to at least consider her suggestion, Gwen hurried down the trail after an anxious James.
     

Chapter Four
    Gwen climbed into the passenger side of the jeep she and James had ridden up in, leaving Rome and Porter to continue their discussion on possible ways to secure the clearing and contact their parents, Santos, and the police.
    Thankfully she didn’t run into anyone as she mounted the stairs to her room, not wanting to explain why she was wearing so much dirt. There she stripped off her work clothes and jumped in the shower. After pulling her long, damp hair in her custom braid, she sorted her clothes and made the journey down to the first floor and the large room off the kitchen that served as the laundry facilities. It amused her every time, seeing all the washers and dryers lining two of the room’s walls. Her own mother would have been in heaven. Raising five kids meant her own single set had rarely been idle.
    While her clothes were washing, she headed back upstairs