We made it to the weekend! For today, I thought I'd give you another book excerpt from my upcoming novel, The Secret of the Codex. And for bonus points: this is the scene I wrote while listening to Snow Patrol's Make It Last Forever — I highly recommend giving it a listen while reading. It just builds perfectly with the scene.Enjoy!
Lamanai Archaeological Project, Northern Belize Rainforest
The morning dawned bright and clear, and uncharacteristically cool for this time of year. The heavy rains that had drenched the dig for the last few days had fortunately stopped—for now, anyway—leaving the air thick but chilly.
Kayla was up with the sun. She dressed hurriedly, layering her light khaki pants and deep blue tank top with a lightweight tan work shirt. She knew that, despite the cool breeze blowing now, the day would heat up considerably in a hurry. She exited her tent early and couldn’t help but smile brightly when she found Grady at breakfast, wearing khaki pants with a black polo shirt stretched across his chest. She noticed Grady’s returning smile a second too late, but nothing in his expression told her he noticed her lingering glance at his chest. She was beginning to think he was either very unobservant or very gracious. She didn’t think it was the former.
After breakfast, as she and Grady approached the off-road vehicle that would take them to the airport, Kayla surveyed the group loading their gear into the Jeep.
Of the easily two dozen workers presented the opportunity to travel with them—Kayla and Grady had held a short meeting last night around the campfire to discuss their upcoming trip—only three people had shown up for the expedition that morning, one of whom had offered only to drop them off at the airport. Still, Kayla was grateful for the support they did have, and determined to make the best of it.
Kayla and Grady exchanged introductions and good mornings with the three men as they tossed their bags in the back of the Jeep. They took the front seats as their small group jumped in the back and began the long, bumpy drive to Belize City.
A few miles down the road, however, the Jeep started sputtering, shaking and jerking all over the road. Kayla glanced over at Grady, who was clutching the steering wheel in an attempt to keep the vehicle under control. Just before she opened her mouth to ask what was going on, the Jeep jolted violently, then stalled. Grady, groaning from the driver’s seat, threw the vehicle in park and jumped out. “Everyone stay put for now; I’ll see what the problem is.”
Kayla ignored him. She hopped out of her side of the car, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. She still hadn’t found her missing notepad—it hadn’t been in the work trailer as she’d hoped—so she wasn’t going to let anything else important out of her sight. “What is it, Grady? What happened?”
Grady was crouched down at the back of the Jeep with one hand on the bumper to steady himself, looking underneath. “Great. It looks like something cut the gas line.”
“What?” As Kayla leaned down to look, she saw a small object protruding from a rubber hose underneath the Jeep. “What is that?” she asked, pointing at it.
Grady had seen it too. He reached under the vehicle, dislodging the object.
“Be careful,” Kayla breathed.
As he turned the small object over in his hand, Kayla shivered, realizing what the sharp object that Grady now gingerly held between his thumb and forefinger really was.
In his hand was a small arrowhead, one clearly handmade but also clearly very deadly. She looked toward the surrounding forest, contemplating what kind of person would do something like this, eyeing the foliage for any sign of trouble. It was then that she noticed something stuck in the back tire—another razor-sharp arrowhead, larger than the first but shaped just like it. A quiet gasp escaped her lips.
Grady’s eyes shot to her face. Kayla could feel his eyes on her, but she couldn’t look away. Her gaze was locked on the arrowhead jutting out of their back tire.
She knew when Grady saw it. “Okay, this can’t be an accident.”
Kayla was frozen, staring into space and trying to make sense of the situation, when suddenly she felt Grady jump beside her. But before she could turn to him, she caught something out of the corner of her eye that looked a lot like a flame . . .
Then she heard Grady whisper in her ear: “Kayla, run. Now. RUN!” He shoved her toward the trees, away from the Jeep, then smacked the palm of his hand hard on the back door as he yelled to those in the vehicle. “GET OUT! NOW!” In the next moment, only seconds after he’d started running for the trees, the Jeep exploded, shattering into a million pieces. The force of the explosion knocked Kayla forward and she crashed to the ground. She felt the heat of the blast scald the back of her legs as the flames licked the morning air.
It only took her a second to figure out what had happened. She leapt to her feet. “NO!” Kayla screamed, reaching back instinctively toward her new friends in the Jeep. Grady grabbed her around the waist, holding her back. Another smaller explosion made them both jump and fall back to the ground. Kayla was sobbing, tears streaming down her face; she couldn’t remember when she’d even started crying. “Why?” she wailed between sobs. “Why would someone do this?”
But Grady didn’t have time to answer. Suddenly Kayla felt herself being torn from the ground. Before she could react, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head; then everything went black.
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