Epilogue

Lexi came out of the bedroom of the four-bedroom Dallas home that Brock owned. He had purchased it when he had first moved to Texas. It had been two weeks since that horrible weekend at the Mosley Estate.

Lexi had made it back to the estate that stormy night. By the time she had made it back to the mausoleum, Brock had made his way outside. He was holding his shoulder as he grimaced in pain.

She had called 911. The cops had found Blake’s body, but Troy and the camper were gone. They put an APB out on him. The camper was found one hundred miles away from Dallas. Troy and the gold were gone. The cops believed he had crossed the border. He was still at large. Brock doubted that they would find Troy. He had connections all over North and South America from being in the Marines for ten years. Also, he spoke Spanish fluently. Troy wouldn’t be found unless he wanted to be found.

Troy’s suspicions about what happened to Lindsay and Nicole were correct.