When they arrived in New Orleans, they immediately went to the
Monteleone which they had already made reservations for. Tamika
more than ever now that Watkins had lied and that her father was indeed alive.
When they arrived at the Institute, it was still
quite early. So
early, in fact, that there seemed to be no one around.
"I think that we need to wait until the Institute
opens." But, even as
Declan was saying this, Tamika was headed to the basement. Little did
know, but Joshua Watkins was watching their every move via closed-circuit
"Come on." Tamika whispered from the
basement. Declan felt that he had
no choice but to follow.
"We could get into a lot of trouble if we're
caught down here." He
fussed as he joined her downstairs.
When he reached her, he saw that she was standing in
front of a crate.
On the crate was stenciled ICARUS - New Orleans Chicle Products for Export
"What does Icarus have to do with this? Declan
"ICARUS stands for Institute for Central AMerican
States office." Tamika replied.
"Oh." was all Declan could say.
Then, when Declan read the rest of the
inscription, he said, "Why does he need this much chicle? Does
chewing gum or what?" They heard movement up above and scurried up to
Suddenly, Watkins appeared. Declan and Tamika
tried not to look
surprised, after all, they had come there to see him. At least they
moved back to the upper level, Declan thought. Watkins had invited them
his office, but he did not look happy to see them.
"I can't think why I should be seeing you so soon
after our last
meeting. Watkins said looking somewhat irritated.
"I'm still searching for more copies of everything
my dad wrote. I
thought you might see if you had more papers in the crates of stuff you
in your basement." Declan looked horrified that she had actually
that they were snooping around in the basement. Watkins didn't look too
"What makes you think that I have crates of stuff
in my basement?"
Tamika smiled at him sweetly.
"Why you told us in Washington,
remember?" Watkins looked befuddled.
"Uh - I'm afraid all of those crates have been
There's nothing in them but stone carvings and pieces of pottery."
"Are there anymore carvings of jaguars? When
my dad sent me the
pendant, he said that he was tracking down something."
Declan looked a little annoyed. Tamika hadn't
told him any of this.
"What else did your father say?"
Watkins was definitely scared of what
she might say.
"Oh, he didn't say
anything else. He did say that he hoped that I
would have a chance to visit Tikal to see where he worked." Watkins
flustered fearing what she might say next.
"How would I go about doing that?" She again
"From Mexico City, you can easily find a guide who
will arrange a bus
through the Mexican state of Chiapas and then a boat ride up the Usumacinta
River into Guatemala. You're not thinking of going there on your own,
Tamika smile satisfactorily.
The next day, Peggie and Miranda were seated in
Joshua Watkins' office
"You say that you haven't seen your friend in over
a week? But, what
makes you think they are here in New Orleans?"
Peggie knew that the man was lying. She had not
mentioned that Declan
was traveling with anyone.
"My friend here thinks that he was headed
here." Watkins conveniently
changed his story.
"Oh yes, I saw them in Washington.
They seemed to be - very close.
Maybe they ran off together. You know how you young people are."
Miranda and Peggie exchanged glances. They knew
that running off to
solve a mystery was much more believable than Declan running off for a
Things were getting out of hand. Too many people
knew what was going
on. After Peggie and Miranda left, Watkins went to a secret panel in
wall and extracted a dusty leather-bound book. He opened it and
"The clues to the new Jaguar City are coming
together now. The focus is
on Temple IV where the stela may still be in place. I am convinced that
ruler from the 7th century left Tikal to find a new city before Temple IV
built. The new fragment dates after the construction of Temple IV and
the anniversary of the old event. I believe that this pyramid is pointing
the Jaguar City, but which way? I am uneasy about my relationship
Joshua Watkins. I am unhappy about his obsession with Cortez' gold,
trips back and forth to New Orleans and his lack of practice with crews. . .
The diary suddenly broke off. Joshua Watkins
remembered what happened
"Watkins, I didn't expect you back so
soon." Michael Patton said.
Watkins went on to talk about the bad weather conditions. He said that
were bringing supplies.
"You appear to be loading supplies instead of
unloading them. " Patton
saw the crates marked 'chicle'.
"What is going on here?" Patton
asked. Watkins tried to laugh it off.
"Everything is in order. They are marked for
delivery to ICAR."
"What do you mean 'in order'. We didn't make
arrangements to ship
anything to ICAR or anywhere else. Nothing is supposed to leave
unless it's been catalogued and okay'ed for temporary loan by the
You are a smuggler and a looter!" he accused Watkins. Watkins
"I prefer to call myself an art lover. The
thought of these beautiful
pieces remaining in this primitive country is stupid and
could be inadvertently destroyed. These people don't know what they
here. I am saving them from that."
"You are robbing them of their artistic heritage
and you're using me to
"I don't have to be using you. I'm offering
you a chance of a
lifetime. I am making it possible for you to go on with your work. .
maybe even find the lost Jaguar City which I've been reading about in your
notes. . ."
"My notes? You've been . . ."
"I must say that you have little choice.
I've been careful to mention
your name numerous times in my reports. Your signature had also been
on various documents. By the time they straighten the whole mess out,
will have discovered your lost city. We're already looking for it."
"You'll never get away with it."
"Think it over. I'll give you until
Watkins smiled as he remembered that he hadn't given him
morning. He sent his best chiclero to kill him. Raul had returned
described how he plunged his machete through the tent slicing through
Patton's abdomen. They even went to Patton's camp to see the evidence.
The rumors had started three months later. The
natives had reported
that there was a white man in the jungle. He had a sick feeling that
man was Patton.
I had no choice but to eliminate Raul. He made
his assistant help him.
He had sent Raul down into an abandoned tomb chamber near Temple IV. A
to the head and then sealing the tomb with a huge stone finished off the deed.
Watkins ran his fingers over the bloodstained
binding of the diary,
"Animal blood." he said.
And now I have snoops asking questions of half the
archaeologists on the
East Coast about jaguars and lost cities. He was beginning to get
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