“Nothing good. The less you know, the better.”
She brushed back an errant lock of his hair. “Our treasure has been there for six hundred years. I guess a few more hours or days won’t matter.”
As if unwilling to risk another rejection, she backed away and crawled through the hole that led to the caves. This time Cam followed, making sure she made it safely to her boat. He knew she only had a short way to go, and the water was calm. When the Zodiac disappeared into the darkness, he took the steep path he had come down the day he had chased her from the beach.
The cool night and the brisk walk would clear his head.
Cam entered the villa through the bedroom's french doors he had left ajar. He needed sleep, but first, he needed food. He changed quickly into lounge pants and a T-shirt and wandered barefoot into the central kitchen, surprised to find Atlas March in a tracksuit and trainers sipping orange juice.
“Miguel, you’re up bright and early.”
“I was hoping to speak with you, señor.” Cam stood at attention in the doorway.
“I’m just off on my run,” Atlas replied.
“Your men in the lab are sloppy,” Cam said.
Atlas set the glass of orange juice on the counter.
“And you would know that how?” Atlas remarked absently.
“I saw them in the mine last night. They leave the door to the lab propped open so they don’t have to enter the code every time they leave to smoke or take a break. At least one of them is using product. Also, you shouldn’t stamp the March logo on the crates until they are ready to be offloaded with the copper ore. Gives you some deniability if the shipment is seized in transit.”
Atlas nodded.
Cam continued, “I assume that's why you acquired a shipping company so that you can transport the heroin with the copper ore. Smart.” He didn’t mention that Atlas was also playing a dangerous game bypassing the services of The Conductor.
Atlas tapped a finger on his lips. “Miguel, I think you’re about to get a promotion.”
Cam stood taller. “I could be of use.”
“Excellent. Come to my home office before you leave for the mine.” Atlas bumped his fist on the kitchen island and strode out the back door.
Cam grabbed a pastry from the tray set out for Atlas and ate it in two bites. Then he headed back to his room for a blessed hour of sleep.