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“That’s the one,” Adam dryly confirmed.
“But did you actuallystudythere?”
“Yup.” Adam made another note on the map.
“I… well. That is unexpected,” Dawson said blankly.
The professor was obviously shocked to find that the unshaven guy in his shirtsleeves currently taking up space in his tent was an intellectual peer.
“You covered at least some geography, obviously,” Dawson continued as he flapped a hand at the map. “What about history?”
This line of conversation was starting to irritate Adam.
“Some,” he replied tersely.
“Theology?”
Not if I could help it,Adam thought. He set down the pencil and looked up.
“Does it matter?” he demanded.
Dawson stiffened.
“Hardly.”
Adam worked in welcome silence for another minute before Dawson broke it again.
“Have you traveled over very much of this territory, then?” the professor asked.
The man’s tone had changed. It sounded just a bit more…interested.
Adam’s alarm bells rang.
“You could say that,” he answered carefully.
“I see,” Dawson returned.
Another silence. Adam’s pencil scratched on the paper.
“I noticed that there are quite a few Mayan sites marked on the map,” Dawson noted from behind him.
He had moved closer. Adam resisted the urge to flinch.
“Most of them are small,” Adam replied without looking back at him. “Petroglyphs. Foundation imprints.”
“But youhaveseen them, then?” Dawson prompted.
Adam’s pencil paused on the paper.
“Some,” he said again.
The word felt a bit thinner this time as Adam endured a barrage of memories of shattered pottery and scattered bones.
“And do you have any theories about the city we are seeking on this expedition?”
Dawson’s question caught Adam off guard. He set his pencil down on the map with a flat snap and looked back at the professor.
“What?” he demanded.
