Philadelphia Hafeldt, longs for the excitement of her youth when she spent summers exploring Amazon and Maya ruins with her controversial uncle. Hunky writer, Rod Chaucer, is looking for her missing uncle but is delighted to run into the niece instead. Putting on a macho act, he talks her into letting him tag along when the kick-butt librarian sets off on a hilarious adventure to rediscover herself and rescue her beloved uncle.
Phil pulled on a pair of gloves and tugged at the vines that obscured the opening. The twining green growths crawled across the hillside like greedy tentacles.
“I need two backpacks emptied out and filled with rocks. They each should weigh at least fifty pounds.”
Schulz asked, “What for?”
“To spring traps and test the floors.”
Rod helped her tug vines away from the gap between the rocks. Dirt clods and pebbles landed on her boots. They kicked the mess out of the way. Phil clicked on her flashlight, pointed the beam into the opening, and peered through the breach. Rough-hewn stone steps led downward until the light would penetrate no farther. Leaves and decaying debris had collected on the steps. The entryway was clear—no collapses or dangling tree roots blocked the descent.
She started down the steps. Her nose wrinkled, rejecting the acrid smell of moldering stones and decomposing vegetation. The beams from four flashlights offered plenty of light, allowing her to check the condition of the passage. She stopped the men at the bottom of the steps.
Twenty paces ahead was a portal to a hallway of smooth gray granite speckled with sparkling flecks of black. She turned to the three men. It struck her again how very different they were. Rod was calmly vigilant. Schulz was sullen and impatient. Reed was beginning to sweat. She suspected that Reed might have trouble with confined spaces, which could work to her advantage very shortly. She had to get rid of Reed and Schulz. There was no way she was going to allow them to see what the maze protected.