Gemotions

Dust motes danced in the afternoon sun filtering through the attic window. Mark traced the outline of the old, boarded-up window with his calloused fingertips. He'd found a forgotten box of letters mentioning a "missing fortune." The house, he'd learned, was the last known residence of the notorious John "Silvertongue" Sterling. The thought of all that money, buried somewhere on the property, was a palpable thing. It churned his stomach with anticipation and a focused alertness. He wouldn't be able to sleep until he'd excavated every inch.

He thought he deserved it.