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Bride each wore one half of the magic stone. As I started to tell you earlier, when the halves are united they form a key of sorts . . . a key to the Cave of Secrets, which is rumored to contain riches, ancient powerful secrets, and the magic elixir of life. Again, legend,” she said with a laugh. “Who knows how much truth there is to it, but then again, here you are with what appears to be half of the stone.”
    She shot me an appraising glance and continued. “Back in their time, rival tribes of the Aloscotay fought to gain control of the stones and to find the location of the Cave of Secrets in order to possess its treasures and powers. Chief Running Wolf guarded both with his life.” She paused. “Descendants of those tribes have remained vigilant, as have we, the rightful descendants of the Aloscotay, for the return of the spirit of the Princess Bride, although for very different reasons. You see, only the Tribal Princess is capable of finding the other half of this stone. Only she holds the knowledge of how to form the key and how to access the power of the stones. Only she has knows the location of the cave.”
    At that moment as I gazed at Mrs. Warren, it seemed that the kindly old woman appeared so much younger.
    Dazed, I watched her retrieve a cell phone from her pocket. “I’m calling the front desk,” she whispered to me.
    “Hello, Mable,” she said into the phone in a hushed voice. “This is Agnes Warren. Yes, yes, dear, there was a slight emergency but it has been taken care of and all is well now. Would you be so kind as to page our assistant curator, Mr. Harvey? Yes, yes, dear, page him to the museum’s front desk and when he arrives, please ask him to wait there for me. Thank you, dear.”
    Ending the call, she slipped the phone back into her pocket. Placing her finger up to her lips, she signaled me to be quiet.
    My heart thundered as we waited together in silence, but after a few moments through the thick wooden door I heard the muffled sound of the page over the intercom system. With her ear to the door, Mrs. Warren listened for the sound of Mr. Harvey’s footsteps retreating toward the front desk in response to the page. She opened the door a crack and peeked out. Turning to me, she said, “Quickly, my dear, follow me,” then slipped out the door with the agility of a jungle cat, dragging me along in her wake.
    She led me to a small door that opened out onto a side street that ran along the side of the museum. “Go, get away from here. I will contact you. Be careful, trust no one, and speak to no one of the stone.” She shoved me out the door and yanked it closed. I heard her hurried footsteps on the other side as she rushed away.
    “She’s pretty swift for an old granny,” I mumbled to myself as I started toward my car. Was I paranoid or did it seem as if I were walking faster than necessary? It was getting dark, and I just wanted to get in my car and get as far away from here as I could. I needed to think, to figure out what was going on.
    My hands shook and I nearly dropped the keys as I went to unlock my car. Once inside, I pulled out into traffic and instinctively headed toward home. I kept glancing in my rearview mirror. Yep, I’m paranoid all right . That was when I first noticed the black SUV that fell into traffic two cars behind me.
    Man, how did I get myself into this mess ? I wove through traffic watching the black SUV follow discreetly, the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. Better yet , how am I going to get myself out of it? I enjoy a little excitement and adventure as much as the next person, but this is nuts! I’m a thirty-year-old advertising agent, not a CIA operative.
    I continued to turn down city streets, driving aimlessly, trying to shake the car trailing me. Even though the sun had now set, I saw the SUV was still following me. My palms were sweating and my grip tightened on the steering wheel. I took a sharp right and spotted a parking lot up ahead. A