Terra shared a look with Nathan and Jack. “Anything else?”
“Yes. I tracked the piece you showed me to one of fifteen thousand that have gone missing in Iraq since the 2003 invasion.”
“I’m looking at a golden crown and a tablet right now. I heard the word Nimrud. What would that be worth?”
Jeremy released a breath. “Nimrud was an ancient Assyrian Mesopotamia city, a thriving metropolis from 1350 BC to 610 BC. Much of the Nimrud collection was thought lost but then discovered in a vault. That’s probably the only reason it wasn’t looted and lost forever during the Iraq Museum looting in 2003. Still, some of the collection was smuggled out of the country. Something like fifteen thousand items are still missing today. If this is one of those pieces from the Nimrud collection, I would say it could be worth millions. But maybe ... now ... it can now be returned to Iraq.”
Millions? She steadied her voice. “Okay. I appreciate your work on this, Jeremy.” She started to end the call—
“Terra?”
“Yes.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. It’s over. The bad guys are dead.”
“Congratulations, I think.”
“Thanks, Jeremy.”
“Don’t end the call yet. I’m not done.”
Aware that three sets of eyes were watching her, she said, “Listen, Jeremy, I really can’t talk right now.”
“Are you and that detective together?”
Seriously? She locked eyes with Jack. Warmth flooded her. “I hope so.”