A Treasure Deep

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Authors: Alton Gansky
Tags: thriller, Novel, suspense action, christian action adventures
. . . Hong Kong . . . Bombay . . . London . . .
Dublin . . . Rio de Janeiro . . .” She stopped short. A quick count
revealed fifteen projects in South America, twenty-eight in Europe,
eight in Africa, and sixteen in Asian countries. She didn’t bother
counting the long list of projects in the U.S. “What are you doing
in our little neck of the woods?” she asked the monitor.
    She spent the next twenty minutes perusing
the site. It was a professional and impressive presentation but
still simple. There were no flashing images or sounds. Just
straight-to-the-point information.
    Anne’s phone rang, and she jerked at the
sound of it. It was Bob Vincent.
    “Ready for what I found?” the planning
department head asked.
    “That didn’t take long,” Anne said.
    “It didn’t take long because I struck out,”
Bob explained. “I called the county, and they don’t show anything
going on in the areas just beyond our city limits. I also checked
with the utility companies, and they said they had no projects in
our area. I made other calls and struck out everywhere. No one
knows anything.”
    “I saw the trucks and equipment go through
town,” Anne said.
    “I don’t doubt you,” Bob interjected. “Maybe
they were just passing through.”
    “Did you check with San Bernardino
County?”
    “Yeah. I also had my aide call Bakersfield
and Mojave. Nothing doing.”
    Anne’s mind processed the information. “I
wonder if they’re planning on doing something sneaky. They’re a
huge firm,” she said, then told him what she had learned.
    “Firms like that don’t sneak around,” Bob
said. “If they want to do something in a small town like ours, then
they would just bowl us over with high dollar attorneys.”
    “Something’s not right,” Anne said. Her
curiosity began to churn. “You want to take a drive?”
    “Where?”
    “To wherever they are. I don’t think they
were just pulling through town, Bob. We’re a little off the beaten
path. They are either completely lost or are headed here. And they
had enough equipment to make me think that some big project is in
the works—a project that no one knows anything about.”
    “Maybe it’s a government thing,” Bob
suggested. “You know those guys. They think they’re exempt from
every law, especially those in jerkwater towns like ours.”
    “Tejon is not a jerkwater town, Bob. People
live here because the air is clean, they can see the stars at
night, and it’s a great place to raise kids.”
    “I know that, Anne,” Bob said defensively.
“But to big city clowns that come through here on occasion, we’re
just a little hamlet in the hills.”
    “You want to go with me or not?” Anne
demanded.
    “Yeah, I’ll go. Someone needs to keep an eye
on you. You sound like you’re in the mood for a fight.”
    “Not really,” Anne replied. “I just don’t
like someone taking advantage of our city or our county.”
    “I’ll drive,” Bob said. “We’ll take a city
vehicle. That way we’ll look official. Any idea where they
went?”
    “No, not really. I know they were headed west
through town. That was half an hour ago. They can’t have gone
far.”
    “Moving big rigs on these roads is a slow
process. Still, we better get going.”
    “Okay,” Anne said. “I’ll meet you out front.
I’m going to make a quick call first.” She hung up, pulled a city
directory from her desk, searched for a number, then placed a call.
Three minutes later she was in the front seat of a white Dodge
pickup. Bob, a tall man in his fifties, sat behind the wheel. He
smiled through gray eyes. “Ready for Anne’s big adventure?”
    “Just drive, Bob,” Anne said as she slipped
her seat belt on.
    “Who’d you call?”
    “Sergeant Montulli. I thought extra eyes
might be useful, so I asked him to alert his deputies. If they see
the caravan, he’ll call me on my cell phone, assuming we’re not in
a cell phone dead zone. Connections are iffy in these hills.”
    “Pretty

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