Alzheimer’s and scruples and gold, a strange mix for a strange hunt! The light’s changing, stop— “Stop, Lara!” 

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In small microbursts of motion her eyes had flicked from the “L”, to the traffic light almost above her, to the car she barely avoided rear-ending, to the light and back to the “L”. Pulse racing; she scanned the substructure of Chicago’s famous elevated train. 

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She had known about the gold coins since she was seventeen and gold was about $300 an ounce. Those fourteen ounces of gold, she recalled fantasizing at the time of her uncle’s death, if they exist, are worth about eight thousand dollars.