The Tombs (A Fargo Adventure) Read Online Free PDF

out following our trail to the treasure.”
    He said, “Sometimes you amaze me.”
    “Really?” she asked.
“Still?”
    He led Remi deeper into the swamp and then along a wide right turn so they completed a vast circle. When they came back to their boat, she went a hundred yards up to the next bend and pointed. The black-and-gray boat was anchored up there to hide it from them.
    Sam sat down on an old fallen tree trunk, put on his flippers, and pulled his mask down over his face.
    Remi put her hand on his arm. “The alligators weren’t just a figure of speech, you know.”
    “Don’t tell them I’m here.” He moved into the murky water and disappeared. He reappeared at the stern of the black-and-gray boat. He went to the bow, pulled up the anchor, and let the boat begin to drift downstream.
    Remi moved quickly along the shallows to where they had left the dive boat, close to the shore among the dead trees. She used the gaff to push off, lifted the anchor, and looked up the watery channel at Sam, drifting slowly toward her in the black-and-gray boat. She could see he was working with a set of wires he had cut and stripped with his dive knife.
    As Remi watched, Sam touched the two wires together, the engine started, and he began to steer the boat down the bayou toward her. She started the engine of their boat and moved along the bayou ahead of him at quarter speed, relying on her memory of where sunken logs and muddy bars had been. In a few minutes she was out into Mud Lake, then into Vermilion Lake, and then out into the Gulf. In a moment, Sam was coming up behind in the black-and-gray boat.
    When they reached the open water far out from the Caminada Headland, they brought the two boats together and tied them. Remi climbed aboard the black-and-gray boat. “Sneakily done.”
    “Thank you,” he said. They began to search the black-and-gray boat, concentrating on the cabin. In a few minutes, Remi held up a blue binder with a hundred pages in it. “They’re a company. Have you ever heard of Consolidated Enterprises?”
    “No,” Sam said. “Pretty vague. It doesn’t sound like anything specific.”
    “I guess they don’t want to rule anything out,” she said.
    “At the moment, they’re treasure hunters.” He pointed to a marine metal detector on the deck, ready to be deployed.
    “Why use that thing when you can just follow people who find treasures, wreck their equipment, and take over their spot?”
    Sam looked around the cabin again. “There’re six of them.”
    “Two women.” She nodded and opened the binder again. “Here we go. They’re a ‘field team,’ complete with pictures and names.”
    “Take it with you,” said Sam.
    “Isn’t taking things crossing the line?”
    “Isn’t stranding six people in a swamp forty miles from home crossing the line?”
    “I guess you’re right.” She closed the binder and went on deck. “What should we do with their boat?”
    “Where’s their home office?”
    “New York.”
    “Then we’d better drive it back and dock it in the marina,” Sam said. “It’s probably rented from somebody who can’t afford to lose it.”
    Remi swung her legs over the gunwale into their rented boat. Sam handed her his mask and flippers, then took off his wet suit and tossed it into the boat too. Remi cast off the line that connected the two boats. “I’ll race you back to Grand Isle.” She started the engine. “Winner gets the first shower.”
    Sam restarted the black-and-gray boat and got off to a fair start. Speeding up and heading for the marina at high speed, the bottoms of the boats rising to crest waves before smacking down into the troughs, they arrived almost an hour later nearly even. When Sam tied the black-and-gray boat to the dock, he climbed out wearing a purloined sweatshirt with the hood up over a baseball cap. He walked off the dock, then up the next one, where Remi was tying up their boat. She looked up. “You’re looking smug in your stolen