Chantal and Anja stood together, bags at their sides, in the entry of the annex, not quite guilty but not all that comfortable meeting my eyes, either.

"I'm sorry the treasure turned out to be a fake," the older diver said while her younger counterpart nodded, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of her shorts. Chantal turned to her friend as if for support before shrugging. "Thanks for talking your sheriff into cutting us loose."

"Betraying your boss to another ...