there isn’t one person that all the clues point toward.
Agatha Christie taught me that when that happens, it can be for a reason:
“You’re all in on it?”
“You were so sure that this was just one person,” Zaid sneered at her.
…this. A group effort.
“Its that you’re really connected to something. To other people. To the land.
That's deep. And for Clark, it must be even more so.
you’re a part of that town, ritual corn crop worshiping and all
Amen.
“That’s right,” Zaid said. “Our government bows down to the American dollar. Even when it means giving away our own heritage.”
There I go relating to this once again. This is one of my worst nightmares, unironically.
“How much more will you rob from our lands?” Zaid asked, sounding fraught and sad now instead of angry.
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that Wahid has dug through the sand of these excavation sites his whole life yet his family still lives in the dirt
That’s why I said I wasn’t sure there was really a villain. I can’t think of them that way. What I’m really angry about is the injustice and inequality that lead people to make bad decisions.
“I probably will be. Mad, embarrassed, a little betrayed, beyond exasperated, and mad…” she said honestly. “But right now I’m sort of just glad that we’re both alive. And that you keep your promises.”
“And they would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for these two reporters,” Carnahan quipped.
This reminded me of Scooby-Doo
