Digging For Trouble (Devlin Quick Mysteries, The, Band 2) - Hardcover

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Linda Fairstein worked in the district attorney’s office in Manhattan for more than two decades. Her Alexandra Cooper novels are international bestsellers and have been translated into more than a dozen languages. She lives in Manhattan and on Martha’s Vineyard. The Devlin Quick Mysteries are her first books for children.

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Chapter 1

“I think I’m afraid to keep digging, Dev,” Katie said.

We were both on our hands and knees, crawling up the side of a gulch in Montana, somewhere between the Great Plains and the Rocky Mountains. I turned over and sat up, reaching for a bottle of water from my backpack.

“You haven’t got any reason to be afraid, Katie,” I said. “Take a sip and chill out.”

It was 94 degrees in the middle of the afternoon, and there was nothing—no trees, no bushes or shrubs—nothing to offer any shade to us as we inched forward over the brown sandstone surface of the hill.

“I don’t want to be touching anybody’s bones,” Katie said, brushing off her hands. “That would really creep me out.”

“It’s not people we’re looking for. It’s fossils,” I said. “Trust me, I’m not interested in coming face-to-face with human bones, either.”

“Then why are you working so hard at this?”

I had a small hammer and a whisk broom, sort of a handheld miniature version of a large sweeper, sticking out of my pants pockets. I had been using both of them—one to poke at rock formations and the other to brush away the dirt that covered them—as I made my way up the steep incline.

“C’mon, Katie. You like a good adventure as much as I do. There are supposed to be dinosaur fossils all over this valley,” I said, sweeping my arm around in a semicircle, taking in the vast expanse of what the locals called Big Sky Country. “Isn’t it cool to think we might find some of them?”

“Don’t even mention the word ‘cool,’” Katie said, holding the water bottle against her forehead. “I think I was six years old when my dad bought our ranch out here in Big Timber. I never figured Montana doesn’t have an ocean anywhere around it. I really miss the beach right now.”

“If you paid attention in science last year, you’d remember that where we’re sitting this very moment was once the sea,” I said, reaching over to fan my best friend with my whisk broom. “The Cretaceous Western Interior Seaway, right next to the coastal plains where gigantic dinosaurs roamed seventy million years ago.”

“I can’t believe that you actually did homework to prepare for this summer vacation trip,” Katie said, rolling her eyes at me. “That is so Devlin Quick of you.”

“I am Devlin Quick,” I said, getting to my feet and giving Katie my hand to help her up. “Besides, your dad signed us up for this dino dig, and we’ve only got two more days to go. I’m getting fossil fever, for sure.”

Katie Cion and I met in kindergarten. We were starting eighth grade at the Ditchley School in Manhattan—a private girls’ school—after summer break. We were pretty much inseparable, and I was so happy her parents had invited me to spend two weeks at their ranch.

“Now what?” Katie asked.

“We’ve got a couple more hours to go,” I said. “We have to reach that tent at the top of the ridge by five o’clock, for everyone to check in on the day’s progress.”

“Why isn’t there a ski lift to get me up there, Dev? My legs are too short for this climb.”

I was back on my hands and knees, trying to concentrate on unusual spots on the surface of the ground. “Think of it this way, Katie. Your very cute neighbor will be waiting at the peak, and I’ve seen the way you look at that cowboy.”

“Kyle? You’re ridiculous, Dev. He’s just my Montana buddy,” Katie said. “And he’s fourteen years old. I mean, he’s not interested in me.”

Katie was back in position with her head just inches above the top layer of earth, probably so that I couldn’t see her blush. She was pawing away at the dirt with renewed enthusiasm.

The land we were digging on was privately owned. It was a few miles away from Big Timber, which is the town where Katie’s dad had built a ranch on the Boulder River. He liked to go fly-fishing, and the river that roared through the Cion’s backyard was perfect for that.

“What do you think this is?” Katie asked, holding up a round gray object that looked like an ordinary rock.

“I have no idea. Why not wrap it in that soft material they gave us and put it in your backpack to show to Mr. Paulson?”

Steve Paulson was the man who was supervising the dig. He was a paleontologist—a scientist who studies fossils. The government doesn’t fund much of this work, so Steve told Katie’s dad that he liked to have volunteers to help him with summer digs.

About nine months ago, the rancher who lives on the land we were on today, found the giant leg bone of a dinosaur. He had just been out hiking on a path that went from his property into the state forest next to it when he spotted it.

Steve met with all the volunteers last night to explain what we’d be doing and what we should look for. He told us he was pretty certain that the remote acres of land on the Double G Ranch were actually a bone bed—a dense deposit of fossil bones from prehistoric times.

Katie stopped and removed a length of light-brown padding from her pack. “This really smells gross,” she said, wrapping the rock inside it and tucking it away.

“It’s made from the hair of a camel,” I said. “It’s called camel matting. It’s what they use in the desert to protect things they find there, like your piece of rock, because it’s so soft.”

“Cotton’s soft, too, and it doesn’t smell like it’s been sweating in the desert sun for hundreds of years.”

“Stop whining about everything, Katie,” I said. “Get back to work.”

Katie readjusted her hat. She was fair-skinned and blond, and needed to keep covered from the sun. I had black hair like my dad and a complexion that tanned easily, though both Katie and I had lathered up with sunscreen. Katie was petite and at least four inches shorter than me. I was what my grandmother liked to call a “gangly girl”—long-legged and lanky.

I scraped away loose dirt in hopes of finding buried treasure. Every now and then, I looked back over my shoulder to check out what the others were doing. Some were working by themselves, while others formed small clusters on the broad hillside.

I must have been ten or twelve feet ahead of Katie.

“Why are you going so fast?” she said to me. “I don’t want you to leave me behind. Don’t you know what the Double G stands for?”

“You mean the name of this ranch?” I asked. “Clue me in.”

“My dad says the initials stand for Great Grizzlies, Dev. Like this land is totally covered in bears. That’s what the place was named for.”

I paused and looked back at Katie, laughing at her. “Not right here, that’s for sure. Bears don’t like the heat. They spend this part of the day sleeping in some shaded grassy spot. They’re more likely to be under the cottonwood trees along the river in your backyard in Big Timber than where we are now.”

I continued my climb up the slope, even though I was losing my patience. It was tough work to comb the ground for bits and pieces of stuff. I didn’t realize how far I had gotten from Katie until I heard her shout my name out loud.

“Devlin!”

I stood up and glanced down at her, now thirty feet...