Chapter 18

Victor and Troy loaded the large satchel of gold coins and jewels in the back of Lexi’s SUV. The rain pounded on the vehicle.

“It’s done,” Victor said breathlessly.

“All right,” Blake said. “Brock, I’m afraid this is where we part ways.”

Before Lexi knew it, Troy had shot Brock. The gun shot was ten times as loud because of the walls in the mausoleum. If the doors weren’t wide open, they would have gone deaf.

Lexi screamed in terror as Brock stumbled backwards and fell back on the floor.

“Jesus!” Victor exclaimed.

“Oh come on,” Blake yelled at Victor. “You know we couldn’t keep him alive.”

Lexi ran over to Brock. She knelt down next to him. His eyes were closed. Blood was seeping from his shoulder. Troy could have hit his heart.

Blake grabbed her arm and yanked her up.

“He’s still your brother,” Victor