Free Maya Mound Mayhem (A Logan Dickerson Cozy Mystery Book 3) by Abby L. Vandiver Page B

we
tried to tell her,” Miss Vivee said nodding her head in agreement. “But you
know how young people are. Head strong.”
    “Yes. I do know,”
Talisa said.
    “You have
children?” Mac asked.
    “No. But I am
raising my nephew,” she said and looked over at me. “You may know him. He’s
very vocal about what’s going on at Track Rock Gap. He gets it from my
husband.”
    “Who is your
nephew,” I said. Thinking that I couldn’t know him, because I hadn’t really met
anyone that wasn’t associated with my dig.
    “His name is
Diwali,” she said.
    But before I could
answer, Miss Vivee jumped in. “Oh yes. Diwali Wilson, isn’t it? I’ve met him.
Nice boy. Very respectful of his elders,” she said.
    I was wondering if
she really remembered him because she wasn’t describing the Diwali Wilson I’d
met.
    Talisa smiled.
“How did you meet him?” she asked.
    “He was at the
Logan’s excavation site the day we arrived,” Mac got into the conversation.
“Very passionate young man. I admire his commitment to his ideals.”
    “Sometimes I think
he’s a little too zealous,” she said. “I worry what he might do to make sure
things go the way he sees they should.”
    “It’s a worthy
cause,” Miss Vivee said. “And that’s what we were saying to our granddaughter
once we listened to what he had to say.”
    “Everyone was so
worried about what was going to be found over there at the ruins,” Talisa said.
“I always wondered why if it didn’t prove Maya were here that they’d want to
try and hide what was there.”
    “Sounds like you
have a different perspective on it than your nephew does,” Mac said.
    “I don’t have a
view on it one way or another. And I don’t have an axe to grind,” Talisa said
and looked at me. “Whoever got to be in charge of the dig was fine with me.
Long as the truth came out.”
    “Someone else was
going to be in charge of the dig?” Miss Vivee asked.
    “A couple of
people. So I heard. They were looking at a couple of people from over at the
University.”
    “University of
North Georgia?” I asked.
    She nodded her
head but never looked at me. “Then your granddaughter was chosen from out of
the blue,” she continued talking to Miss Vivee. “Somebody not from around here.
Some people thought that was good. Some didn’t.” She looked at me. “I guess
we’ll see.”
     

 
    Chapter
Twenty-One
     
    “It’s because you
want to take away the Creek and Cherokee heritage,” Miss Vivee said. “You’re
hard pressed to find the Maya in Georgia.” She took a bite of the tuna sandwich
she’d ordered. She hadn’t said anything else about she and Talisa’s
conversation until our food had come.
    “I do not want to
do that.” I huffed. “And how did Aaron Coulter get killed because I wanted to
prove the Maya are the people that are responsible for the ruins at Track Rock
Gap, Miss Vivee?” I dipped a French fry in the glob of ketchup I’d squirted onto
my plate. “I don’t understand that,” I said and plopped it in my mouth.
    “Perhaps they
meant to kill you,” she said matter-of-factly. “You ever thought of that.”
    My God. I’ve gone
from killer to intended victim.
    “It might be that
he needed to be eliminated from the competition,” Mac offered. “Didn’t you say
he was going to take over your work down in Belize?”
    “Yeah,” I said
finishing a sip on my drink. “Take over my dig and my recognition, too.”
    “So maybe he was
one of the other people that was being considered for your job,” Mac said and
wiped his mouth with his napkin then lowered his voice. “Talisa said they were
considering a few people and then you popped up with the job. We don’t know how
long he’s been dead, but if he was part of the competition maybe someone didn’t
want to have to go up against him.”
    “If that’s the
case,” I said. “Then that would probably put Clive Armsgoode in first place for
the position.”
    “We don’t know who
that