Besides Sam’s checking in with her, she’d begun to settle into a comfortable routine with “The Dig.” The reenactment still lay ahead, but with two days of filming under her belt, the prospect felt less scary. So far, she’d hardly had any camera time, and although she would have a big role in the rites, the final cut would probably be short. The site offered too much real archaeology to waste airtime on filler material. On the way downstairs, she ran into Dunk, and they walked outside together. He looked up at the clear sky and smiled. “No sign of last night’s rain.” “I checked the forecast online,” she said. “Lookin’ good for the rest of the excavation.” “The gods are smiling on us again, Winnie dear.” He fished his keys out of his pocket. “You’re welcome to ride with me, but I told Enza I’d wait for her. She shouldn’t be long.” “Thanks. I don’t mind waiting.” Glancing around, she confirmed no one else was within earshot. “So, are you still leery of Father Giampiero, or has he won you over now that you know him better?”
