Face Down in the Mud

The bottom of the lake was a treasure chest and Jake often felt
like a pirate. So far that summer Jake and his sister Camille
had found seventeen wallets, dozens of sunglasses, piles of
tangled tackle, even the prop to an outboard. The wallets were
pilfered then buried. Cash was kept -- $798 this summer, over
$1000 last -- and driver's licenses sold to look alike high
schoolers to use for fake IDs. At $100 each, these were a gold
mine. Last fall, they had sold seven to kids in the surrounding
rural towns. They never touched credit cards -- nor had they thought of
returning the wallets to the addresses they found inside. It
was a good haul, but Jake fell asleep every night thinking about
making a BIG haul, pulling out a wedding ring or a gold
necklace.

Once he told Camille about it, but she only laughed and chided him for
his greediness. Cam...
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