She slowed and turned off the road. His assistant had said he would be at the dig all day, and Liz hadn’t wanted to wait to apologise and make sure he wouldn’t hold her stupidity against Emma. The driver’s side of the Chevy came into view and she hit the brakes, eyes glued to the dent in the side of the truck bed. Her stomach knotted. The eight thousand pounds of steel that had created that damage had careened across the parking lot towards her last night. If Professor Hawkins hadn’t pulled her out of the way, the mammoth vehicle would have mown her down. He’d put his life on the line to save her, despite the fact that she’d accused him of seducing her daughter. She’d made a real mess of things. Liz willed her pounding heart to slow as she pulled the Land Cruiser to a stop beside a Subaru Forester fifty feet from where the desert floor sloped downward out of sight. The dig had to be taking place somewhere beyond the edge. She cut the engine and gazed through the windshield at clouds that hung low over the higher peaks in the distance.
