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large piece?
    Jane answered. “Oh, I know. You found it in the same sector where Willem found his piece. Remember? The pieces looked quite similar, and you took a picture of them before they were taken out of the ground.”
    Francie turned to him. “You have a picture? Could I see it? That will help to determine the depth as well as the exact position in the sector. And I can note how it was positioned in relationship to Willem's piece.”
    Yannis took out his Blackberry, but Francie noticed he held it close to his face as he searched for the picture. He hadn’t seemed so near-sighted before. But she waved away the thought when he held the device out to her.
    â€œHere it is.”
    Francie studied the picture and noted the missing information on the card. She smiled up at Yannis.
    â€œThanks. I'm glad you had this picture of where you found the piece. But remember, our confidentiality statement says you can't share that picture with anyone until the results of the dig are published.”
    The young man nodded, and the three parted ways. But Francie couldn't help wondering why Yannis had left the card so incomplete. If he continued to be so careless, he would have difficulty finding work in his field.
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    Alex leaned against a tree near the campsite, observing a lively game of charades. A robust fire crackled in the pit and most of the crew gathered around it. Nearly every evening, they assembled here, enjoying each other's company, or they went into town together. A glance in the other direction had him frowning. A few of them got along too well, it seemed. Yannis and Jane sat together on the beach, their body language telling him they were more than co-workers. What on earth was Yannis doing? He was far too old to be mixed up with a girl barely out of high school.
    He turned his attention back to the group around the campfire. A chuckle escaped his lips from the silly antics the young people went through. Some actions were so awful it was a wonder any correct guesses were made at all.
    And then it was Francie’s turn. With her long hair tied back in a ponytail, she looked like a teenager. He stood riveted in his spot as she plucked a piece of paper from the bucket, studied it, and began her clues. Her movements were quick and efficient, yet graceful. The others faded away as she gestured and posed. There was only her, illuminated by the firelight, her hair framing her delicate face, her slender body moving back and forth. All too soon, she was finished. One of her teammates guessed the title of the movie, one he’d never seen.
    â€œYou’re a great actress, Francie,” Josh called out.
    â€œJust like her mother,” added a voice next to his elbow.
    Alex turned to the professor, who had come up on his side. “Did you know her mother well?” he asked.
    â€œI had the pleasure of meeting her several times. Stunning woman. Great actress, too. Georges was so proud of her. But her life was in Los Angeles, so…” He spread out his hands and shrugged, as if there was nothing else he could say.
    â€œI take it Dr. Vasileiou did not want his wife to keep her career.”
    â€œI don’t think Georges minded her career. But he wasn't always available to accompany his wife to her various publicity appearances. And she didn't enjoy the primitive conditions we often encounter on digs. They had different goals for their daughter, too. Genevieve wanted to raise Francie in Hollywood, dress her in the latest fashions, and have her meet the right people. She even got Francie a few bit parts on television shows and movies.”
    â€œYes, I've seen them.”
    â€œOf course, Georges liked having Francie around on his digs. She's always had a knack for it and never minded getting dirty. I think Genevieve took it as an affront when Francie decided to pursue Georges’ field rather than follow in her footsteps.”
    â€œSo I take it Francie is closer to her father