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CHAPTER FOUR

Brenda lay on her sleeping bag, still in her clothes, her mind sparking with euphoria. She put her earplugs in and listened to her sat-radio for a while. She usually caught up on the world by listening to National Public Radio, but the world didn’t interest her right then. Maybe Harry and she would be on NPR, interviewed by one of the anchors about their discovery.

“And tell me, Ms. Finnigan, where are you from?”

“I’m from Augusta, Maine.”

“What made you want to become an archaeologist?”

“Oh, I guess I wanted to visit strange places, get my fingernails dirty, and get laid by exotic men, like that stud in The Mummy.”

She imagined the interviewer blinking in surprise, but quickly recovering by looking at the next question on her notepad.

“How did you feel when you found the Chacoan tomb?”

“Better than sex.”

Of course, she would never respond to the questions with such naughty answers. That was only to entertain herself when she couldn’t sleep.

For all her romantic intentions, she remained a virgin.